the end

My journey in Niger has come to an end. Thanks to each of you who accompanied me via sporadic posts here. It’s been an incredible, exhausting, challenging, life-changing, blessed journey. A journey with God. God’s the reason I took such a journey and he’s the reason I survived it. I’ve seen his power and provision through every birth, death, healing, friendship, dilemma, … through every imaginable and unfathomable experience.

Now I move on...and when something interesting happens or I get bored I will update my original blog -link on the right.

to, sey yeeso...

the last days

This uncommon, gregarious Fulani will also be greatly missed. He frequents our house in town on market day, where he gets some good eats, a nap, and some good conversation.

Meet Halima and her son, Issia. Issia is a young boy who has been very sick, but thanks to God and some good medical help he is doing well today.

This Fulani chief has become a dear friend. He is like a grandfather. I will greatly miss him shaking his finger at me, followed by putting his hand on his chin as he emphatically says, “haba!” whenever I make a crazy comment…which is often, right?

Welcome to FBC Chez Jessica & Sarah. I love this church and will miss it, especially the singing part. I do look forward to more fellowship and teaching though.

hats, tires, beans, and a cow

Young Fulani men in the Tessaoua area wear these funny hats, which they make themselves.




Recently we had many tires go bad; here is one of the blowouts.



Beans, beans, good for your heart…sorry, granny. I love beans!



In the village where I have my medical practice, I was recently asked to treat a cow’s sore…too funny. Just so you know, I only looked!