Left our hearts under the Mango Tree.

  Many of you have known us for a long time. You have supported us and prayed for us while we were in Africa, and for that we are grateful. Back when we were in Sudan we didn't have the luxury of social media let alone internet so sometimes our news letter consisted of yes we are doing ok, the family is fine, God is great!, and yes we are still alive. All our news was short and to the point. We let our supporters know we are well and have not been shot or in terrible distress. But we omitted some of the sweet details that made those ok and safe news to you because of many different reasons. For example we have to write quickly before the generator blew up on us, or when we get to town the internet pole have been shot, or we plain forgot.

 Now that we are home looking back at pictures and read our old diaries made us want to share it again with you in details as we remember what it was like living in Africa :). This is also to help some of our friends whom we met at the grocery store, or church function that asked what we did in Africa, and we tried to answer them in less than the seven basic ballet movement.

 Well I (Lia) will write our stories through my eyes and as much details as I remember through pictures and my diary. So if you would like to read and follow my story it will be on the left side of the page title Left our hearts under the Mango Tree. The story will take us back from my single days until how I met my Tarzan. And married him and continue until we leave Sudan. Oh boy.  So every Sunday I will put new story, this way you will walk, laugh and cry with us. By reading the story we hope that we will keep our brothers and sisters in Christ in our prayers.