Wooo-weeee I turned back into my American self while in Accra with Auntie Ruby (AR or Rube-ster). We ate our way thru the city with local food and American food. We even ate at a Pizza Hut. We had a couple days at a beach which was quiet and restful. There is something about sitting on the sand watching the endless tide come in and out. We were able to visit church and see lots of friends. Rubes has lots of friends there too and then afterwards we went out with a few of mine. Then, as it goes, all good things end and I took her back to the airport. The next day I too went to the airport and arrived in Tamale.
So, by Wednesday I was back in Gushegu. I always feel after time away from language I have to scale a mountain to get back to where I was and that is such a downer! On Thursday there was a big funeral for the chief in Gushegu who died years ago. Vronny and I went. I love cultural events like this. To sit and watch people dance, shoot guns (only with gun powder), play drums and see dignitaries is cool for me. And as I looked at this large crowd of people I wondered how many of them know Jesus. Yet, he knows each one of them and he loves them. What a great God.
Accra pulled me out of my disciplined routine and I was not really reading my Bible or having communion with the Lord. As I settled back in Gushegu I could tell. My flesh was acting out and I was telling myself lies and entertaining thought that were destructive.
Starting tomorrow I will get back on track. I hate this fleshy feeling and self centred-ness that rolls around in me sealing the lips of my Father who speaks truth.
Thanks for praying. Seriously, Thanks.
