"Major Tom to Ground Control"

We arrived at the orphanage in Chiredzi and have spent the last day trying to get enough sleep.  We experienced some culture shock and anxiety feeling so far away (coupled with lack of sleep).  The joy in this helplessness is I must depend on God.  He has been so present when I have cried out to Him.  I cannot really explain it, but I am crying trying to. 

Alone is the orphanage administrator and is a very gracious host.  We will be putting a schedule together for days to visit school sites to take pictures.  Karen and Ellie will be helping in the preschool on some days and will travel to some of the school sites with me.

Speaking of names, it is challenging to remember names I have trouble pronouncing.  The person who picked us up from the airport in Harare is named Cooper, or so I understood.  It wasn’t until he spelled his name for my local phone that I learned his name is Kufa.  However, because I thought it was Cooper I remembered it and still think Cooper = Kufa.  Yesterday I met a number of children and am now realizing I will have to ask their names again.  I figure when I try and pronounce their name and the other children chuckle I am not even close.