I do walking...lots of walking. This is some of the stuff I have seen this week.
My friends and their babies.I did lots of language this week. Again, I do not see progress. It has to come. It has to. I am dying out here (insert overdramatic sigh).One of my first neighbor friends I had is Rashida. She is right over the wall from me. She sells a porridge that people like to drink in the morning and evening. Sometimes I will sit next to her. A couple weeks ago she was limping. I looked at her foot. She had this huge volcano on the top of her foot. Like, really, a volcano. Very gross, very scabbed up and eww. I asked her if she was taking medicine. She showed me. She told me to buy some for her. It just so happened a medicine seller was walking by and had what she was taking. I did buy some for her. When I got home I called my nurse friend and told her about Rashida's foot. I told her I have antibiotics I could give her. She said the ones I have would not be the best but told me what to go and buy. So, I bought some.The next morning in my quiet time it asked me to do something kind for someone that could possibly be used to make a bridge to share the gospel. I thought, "this is it!" I also sensed the Spirit tell me to pray for her in the name of Jesus. That morning, I went with the medicine. I tried as best as I could to show how to take the medicine (in Dagbani). Then I said I want to pray for you. I had to pray in English but I know she understands the name of Jesus.A couple days ago I was with her. Her foot was not so swollen. I couldn't see the wound itself because it was bandaged. Whatever happens she knows I care about her. She knows I believe Jesus heals. And I pray one day she would know Jesus loves her.