...Aaand I'm Back!

Oh man, I’ve been so bad at updating this blog lately. Honestly, I almost forgot about the blog until something reminded me of it yesterday. I went back and looked at it and realized in my last post I left you all hanging with, “Hey, we almost killed my dad and brother.” Sorry, if any of you were worried. Things have actually been going pretty good for everyone over the last year.

After leaving Nahom, we started heading east. It’s not exactly easy living out here, so we’ve kept plenty busy just trying to survive (hence the lack of blogging time). And, we’re all the more busy because everyone’s got baby’s now too. Jael and I have a 4-month-old. We named her Sariah. She’s healthy and doing well, which is good. We’ve been living off raw meat since we left Jerusalem. I was worried that wouldn't be good for Jael’s pregnancy or for nursing. But Jael and the baby have both been fine, so I guess raw meat can be okay. And honestly, it doesn’t taste as gross as it sounds.

So it’s a lot of work to survive out here, but we’re getting along okay and not starving. I just hope we get to wherever we’re going soon, and there’s plenty of food there. Once all these runts need to start eating real food, it’ll require a lot more work to feed them. Oh, and speaking of runts, I have a new little brother. Jacob was born to Mom and Dad a few months after we left Nahom. It’s crazy, he’s my brother, but he’s gonna grow up playing with my kids.

Over Promised and Under Delivered

This is going to have to be a short post because I don’t have a ton of time. We’re on the move again, following the director.

Ishmael still hasn't recovered from when we all nearly starved, and he probably won’t last until tomorrow morning. Obviously, his family is having a difficult time with it. I gotta admit, if I were Ishmael, I’d be feeling a bit frustrated right now. We basically lured him on the journey by talking about how Jerusalem was going to be destroyed, and we were headed to a promised land God prepared for us. And now he’s going to die in the desert. Had he stayed in Jerusalem, he could’ve lived comfortably many more years. And then when he died, he could’ve been buried with his fathers and family. Instead, we’ll probably bury him in Nahom, which is a 2-day journey from here. (From what I heard, they have a decent sized burial area right outside of the town). And then we’ll move on. He’ll sit in that grave alone until the resurrection.

Dad said Nahom is about a two-day journey beyond those mountains.

Jael’s pretty inconsolable right now, and I have no idea how to help. Any ideas would be great. Again, I’m new at this whole “being a husband” thing and need all the help I can get.