The tale of the ratty Christmas Tree
We are settling into our borrowed home on the hill. The house we are living in has been around since the first missionaries arrived in the 1940s. The main part of the house is made from really hard wood walls, a cement floor covered in tile and an iron roof covered in overlapping roofing sheets. From the air it is a square-ish shaped dwelling with a patchwork metal roof. It is at the top of the mission station providing the most spectacular views of the jungle and within sight and sound of the waterfalls that fuel the hydroelectric power plant. Our friends and teammates that were living in the house full-time before us had to unexpectedly stay in the United States for vital medical care of a family member. They have generously lent us their home and furnishings and other household goods. This has allowed us to move to the jungle with our suitcases and very little else. We are very thankful. The team has welcomed us and we are so looking forward to settling into a rhythm of routi...