My husband has been working in Burkina Faso for 2+ years. This Christmas when he was home we finally decided I’d move here, too. With the successful presidential election and things quieting down with the government after the coup and coup attempts, it seemed like it was time to move and be together again. The terrorist attack happened when we were en route. This country needs a lot of help. It is definitely not a tourist destination, and not some place to come unless one is sent by God. Many years ago when I was in a custody suit with my ex-husband, the judge asked me that if I felt called of God to go to Africa, would I go. My answer was “yes.” Of course that resulted in losing custody of my 2 very young children to their abusive father. Now God has brought me here on a VIP plane, to a beautiful 4 bed/ 3 bath home with a pool, maid’s quarters, a daily maid, 24/7 security guards, razor wire topped fence, and now 24/7 military guards due to the attack, as well as a Mercedes to drive. I don’t know when I’ve ever felt so much peace or slept so well. God is so good. We aren’t yet doing much in a missionary type vein as we’re still trying to assess where our money can be best used, but we’re certainly helping their economy. We wanted to go see the orphanage but it’s about a 2 hour drive out of town and we were told it would be too dangerous to go alone.
Coo Coo! Coo Coo! Coo Coo!