We're in RWANDA

Well done for making it past the tsetse flies etc to the lake in Tanzania and now into Rwanda. Boy, you two have guts. It's a fascinating adventure to me as I sit in my comfortable air conditioned flat. What a story of McEwan, how tragic and how noble and how soft we are here in the West. Enjoy your stay at the hospital, you will be a great asset to them. Blessings, John

by John Godfrey

Wow wow wow, what a journey. I am just loving reading all about your trip. i look forward to your updates with much anticipation. I am sure God is just doing such deep stuff in you both and that his hand is on you in such a tangible way. God your provider and protector. Lots of love Lottie x

by Charlotte McLea

Well what a trip it is turning out to be. I cannot imagine being in a campsite with many hippos let alone a horrid fly attack. It really makes me proud to be related to you! I think that you are fab but I have always been an avid member of the Rob summerhayes fan club!
Loads of love Stina

by stina

Dear Rob and Polly,

It was a fantastic pleasure meeting you two crazy Brits in Shyira this weekend. Truly wonderful. Thank you for a bit of education on “proper tea,” indestructible mountain bike parts, great lake statistics, and how to most passionately bid in “The Pit.” Thank you also for your services at Shyira, both at the hospital and to the church community. Using your gifts to bless Rwandans and edify God’s people.

In anticipation of the next stage of your journey to commence in January, I wanted to share a song from a dear old friend of mine. (If you don’t recognize it, Caleb Jr. most certainly will).

The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.

Roads go ever ever on,
Over rock and under tree,
By caves where never sun has shone,
By streams that never find the sea;
Over snow by winter sown,
And through the merry flowers of June,
Over grass and over stone,
And under mountains of the moon.

(cont)

by Robert and Beth

Dear Rob and Polly,

It was a fantastic pleasure meeting you two crazy Brits in Shyira this weekend. Truly wonderful. Thank you for a bit of education on “proper tea,” indestructible mountain bike parts, great lake statistics, and how to most passionately bid in “The Pit.” Thank you also for your services at Shyira, both at the hospital and to the church community. Using your gifts to bless Rwandans and edify God’s people.

In anticipation of the next stage of your journey to commence in January, I wanted to share a song from a dear old friend of mine. (If you don’t recognize it, Caleb Jr. most certainly will).

The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.

Roads go ever ever on,
Over rock and under tree,
By caves where never sun has shone,
By streams that never find the sea;
Over snow by winter sown,
And through the merry flowers of June,
Over grass and over stone,
And under mountains of the moon.

(cont)

by Robert and Beth

(cont)
Roads go ever ever on
Under cloud and under star,
Yet feet that wandering have gone
Turn at last to home afar.
Eyes that fire and sword have seen
And horror in the halls of stone
Look at last on meadows green
And trees and hills they long have known

The Road goes ever on and on
Out from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
Let others follow it who can!
Let them a journey new begin,
But I at last with weary feet
Will turn towards the lighted inn,
My evening-rest and sleep to meet.

In case you don’t recognize my friend Bilbo’s lyrics, here’s a closing thought from his nephew Frodo regarding Bilbo’s thoughts on Great Treks: "He used often to say there was only one Road; that it was like a great river: its springs were at every doorstep, and every path was its tributary. 'It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out of your door,' he used to say. 'You step onto the Road, and if you don't keep your feet, there is no knowing where you might be swept off to.'".

God bless you and keep you, as your feet get swept along on the Road.

Robert and Beth

THANKS FOR THE INSPIRATION GUYS, PLUS NOW I CAN LOOSE THE SCRAP OF PAPER WITH YOUR ADDRESS ON COS IT'S SAVED HERE! - WAS SOO COOL MEETING YOU 3, VERY MUCH LOOKING FOREWARD TO SEEING YOU ONE DAY IN BOSTON OR UK. WHAT'S YOUR BLOG ADDRESS?

by Robert and Beth

http://riviellosinangola.blogspot.com/

by Robert and Beth