One thing I have been asking God for recently is that Tim and I would find friends. I think part of the problem is that the people already involved in the community are friends of the missionaries who are already here and who happen to be in different life stages than we are. I do think it's important to have friends that are unlike me- older or younger, for example- but I long for a friend with whom I have something in common. I don't know how to be friends with a 19 year old really. And while it's easier to be friends with someone who is 40, I still miss people my age. I know they're out there. I just have to figure out where to find them.
The other issue is that I almost do have more in common with someone who is 40 here, because the life of a 26-year-old woman in Puerto Supe revolves almost entirely around her children. There is no such thing as a babysitter. You just take your kids with you everywhere you go. If the child is a little rowdy or if there is more than one, that becomes a hindrance to me really being able to spend time with the person. Let me just say as an example that some people were over here for lunch the other day and their 4 year old daughter (we realized later) was out back putting detergent in the dog's water bowl and trying to bathe them. We got suspicious when Taza ran into the house with one wet paw.
All that to say that we covet your prayers, too. I'm so glad that we have each other and that we have such amazing friends "back home." But we're longing for companionship here as well.