Going Ghana
I'm home.
I'm sitting in my comfy chair in my comfy house thinking about Ghana and attempting to come up with the right words to share.
I suppose I could tell you about sitting on the tarmac for too long in a hot plane full of crying babies in Accra. And how different it was sitting on the tarmac for too long in London with the air conditioner going strong. British Airways, you might want to look at the difference in how you handled those two delays.
Or maybe I should tell you about us riding across the lake in a leaky boat in a downpour and how I learned that you can plug leaks by pounding cotton into the holes and cracks. Who needs caulk? As long as you have a bucket for bailing, all is well.
You might want to know if it was safe (it was) or if I was ever afraid (I wasn't). Although there was that big wasp type bug on the boat one day. It was a bit scary.
It could be that you wonder if the house where we stayed had air conditioning (it did--most of the time) or if it had running water (yes, and a cold shower never felt so good). And by the way, it is even possible for a person to survive a week without internet (shocking I know).
There are stories about the sweet missionary families who fed us amazing meals, answered innumerable questions, and went out of their way to share their lives and ministry with us.
But maybe we will just start with this. We spent the week with some of the poorest people on this earth. They welcomed us in, always giving us the place of honor. They blessed us time and again with sweet smiles, shy eyes, and gentle handshakes. They are precious to God. And now they are precious to me.
"Every time I think of you, I gave thanks to my God." Philippians 1:3
I'm sitting in my comfy chair in my comfy house thinking about Ghana and attempting to come up with the right words to share.
I suppose I could tell you about sitting on the tarmac for too long in a hot plane full of crying babies in Accra. And how different it was sitting on the tarmac for too long in London with the air conditioner going strong. British Airways, you might want to look at the difference in how you handled those two delays.
Or maybe I should tell you about us riding across the lake in a leaky boat in a downpour and how I learned that you can plug leaks by pounding cotton into the holes and cracks. Who needs caulk? As long as you have a bucket for bailing, all is well.
You might want to know if it was safe (it was) or if I was ever afraid (I wasn't). Although there was that big wasp type bug on the boat one day. It was a bit scary.
It could be that you wonder if the house where we stayed had air conditioning (it did--most of the time) or if it had running water (yes, and a cold shower never felt so good). And by the way, it is even possible for a person to survive a week without internet (shocking I know).
There are stories about the sweet missionary families who fed us amazing meals, answered innumerable questions, and went out of their way to share their lives and ministry with us.
But maybe we will just start with this. We spent the week with some of the poorest people on this earth. They welcomed us in, always giving us the place of honor. They blessed us time and again with sweet smiles, shy eyes, and gentle handshakes. They are precious to God. And now they are precious to me.
"Every time I think of you, I gave thanks to my God." Philippians 1:3
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