On the twelfth day of Christmas, I got to come home! Taza was waiting for me in the window and wagged her tail non-stop for about an hour. We'll pick up Ellie at the vet in the morning. Ellie, the miracle dog, who swallowed a mango pit and lived (barely).

I'm not sure I'd say I'm glad to be back in Pucallpa, but there was a certain comfort about pulling into the teeny airport, knowing how to argue over the mototaxi fare, and driving into my neighborhood with all its rich, green, jungle vegetation.

This month is going to be a busy one for us. In particular we're thinking toward Tim's Alpha Training Conference in a few weeks. It's something he cares about so much, and he wants to do it with excellence. That takes a lot of work, and the emotional energy involved in its preparation is no small deal either.

We're also beginning to think and plan for coming home. That's a little scary and exciting all at once. Prayer request #1-- jobs. I'm sure we'll have a lot more to say on that topic in the future.

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1. Anonymous on January 10, 2010 at 2:34 PM

   Hannah ~~ I will light my knitting candle and pray for jobs back in the US for you and Tim.
   We are into full winter now here in Maine.
   Wish you were going to be home in March so we could see you at the beach and meet your dogs.
   Don't envy you THAT trip with Taza and Elle.
   Peace and love from Maine,
   Martha