thanks for praying for my health. . . please keep praying for me, the battle is not over yet. after writing, i
came down with a pretty high fever, so i was placed in our quarantine room. it has been difficult, sleeping
most of the days, and kinda fading in and out of life. i feel really out of it, weak physically, and just spent
emotionally. my fever came back this morning, so i went back to bed. it has been hard being sick in a new
environment, away from the peace and quiet of home. it has been hard to really rest because there is
constant stimulation around me, my team popping in and out, the drums and guitar in the next room, the
constant hustle and bustle of the street outside. it is so cold here, with the winter draft pouring in between
the wood boards of my room. i really wish i had a heater, but mrs. yoshizaki has generously supplied me
with many blankets. sadato is still sick too, but he is quite a
brave trooper. his mom makes him constantly work, and he went
back to classes today.
i am restless, it is hard to be sick when i want to be back in the action. i get lonely lying in my little room,
listening to all of the laughter and conversations outside of my room. i have been taken out of all of the
responsibilities for the week, except for possibly giving a testimony this sunday at church. i guess lying there
for so long makes me homesick, since there is nothing else to really do. i have been trying to challenge
myself by utilizing the time to pray for some of the people i
have met..
i guess more than for my physical health, i ask that you pray for my spirit, that i would be encouraged by this
time to really rest and be still. it has been difficult, but i have been well taken care of. i am constantly
supplied with homemade misoshiru, and vitamin c fruit smoothies,
so i hope that i will bounce back soon.
please pray for my cough. it has settled deep in my chest, and i have the old wheezing trouble. i am hoping
that the cold weather will ease up, so i can get warm again. i feel constantly cold, and my room with its
concrete walls and wood panels resembles a large refrigerator.
thanks for writing about life back at home. . .it keeps my spirits happy. i am so thankful for this email
access, that all of you can know how i am doing, and what is going on over here in paraguay. hope all of
you are well. . .i love and miss you.