Child: Brock Haley
Child: Emily Haley
Mission Field: Africa
Home Church: Grace Baptist Church
New Castle, Indiana
Missions Agency: Baptist International Missions
Our Missionary for 1 years
Dear Family and Friends,
This is not our prayer letter. It will follow in a separate email. Attached here is a Thanksgiving meditation that I wrote from the bush on Thanksgiving morning. It might seem a bit dated by now but internet issues and a busy schedule has made it difficult to send till today. I pray it is a blessing to you.
Here's a funny post script story best read after reading the attached meditation:
I wrote this meditation on Thanksgiving morning. Cindy joined me later that day (Emily was feeling poorly and stayed home) and we had a wonderful dinner that evening. There is no a/c in the bush where we stayed the night but there was electricity so we ran a box fan blowing across the bed to keep the "literal swarm" of mosquitoes away. It was unusually hot and stifling but with the fan we enjoyed a pleasant night of rest...UNTIL! At 2:00 a.m. a resident troop of baboons with two competing males were fighting it out just outside the door of our chalet (very normal in this part of Africa). In the dark I reached over to get my flashlight just to look out the windows and knocked over the fan which made a horrendous noise as the plastic fan blades broke off inside the cage and locked up the motor. With the current blowing over the bed now gone - EVERY demon filled (think I'm exaggerating - read Mark 5: 11-16) mosquito in the room came swarming in for a buffet. I slatheredevery ounce of the insect repellant lotion (totally worthless) provided in the room on myself and retreated under the bedsheets. It was sweltering, I'm sweating profusely, covered in lotion and then the mosquitoes found their way under the sheets. I ran out to a cold shower and then retreated to my pick-up truck parked outside and was relieved when the a/c started forming icicles on the windshield (well almost). Cindy came a few minutes later pecking on the door and wanting in. All was well until she said, "I'm cold turn off the a/c." Well, I try to be a Christlike husband but that was not an option!!! She took the sunshield down from the windshield and used it to block the a/c. Being the hero I am - I ran back into the hut and retrieved a wool blanket from an old musty linen closet. Not long after that I got chilled and ran back in to get a bath towel to use as a blanket. In all the in and out three mosquitoes managed their way into the truck. There's nothing more annoying than the whining sound of a kamikaze mosquito that is zeroing in on you in the middle of the night when you're trying to sleep. Aiming my flashlight on the ceiling of the truck I managed to lure them in to a certain spot and then sent them straight off into their eternal destination. We finally managed to sleep from about 3 a.m. to 5 a.m. and then woke to another glorious morning in Botswana with all the incredible sights and sounds of the bush. All joking aside, we had a precious time of prayer and conversation as we reflected on God's goodness in our lives, marriage, family, and ministry and reflected on what the days ahead will bring. I did not know that my "spiritual retreat" would result in a retreat to the truck to spend the night evading mosquitoes but it's good to look back and laugh at the lighter sides of life. In case you're wondering, this is the stuff we don't usually put in our prayer letters. Ha ha!!
Bro. Mike and Mrs. Cindy