We aren't in Kansas anymore

Yesterday was one of those days where I'm more acutely aware of the fact that we are definitely missionaries in a foreign land. The US embassy has issued a recommendation that Americans should not travel to Bolivia. Our neighbors said they saw fighter jets flying over their house. I went to the pharmacy to pick up anti-parasite and amoeba pills to take because I talked to a nurse and she thinks I picked up some kind of creature in my stomach. At the same time I was picking up pills to kill whatever is living in my stomach I picked up some medicine to kill a tropical rash I have on my arm that won't go away. If you know me this kind of stuff I do not take with a grain of salt...it grosses me out and I was so mad for a while thinking why in the world do I have to pick up everything that comes my way. I've adjusted my attitude and tried to laugh it off and just keep taking medicine and hoping everything clears up. My parents are still coming on Monday and will be here for Christmas. Grant's parents are coming at the end of December. Our plans to travel around the country might have to change a bit. We are doing well and I praise God for that.