It seems by Friday I was ready to leave Gushegu. Though the language is so hard, I think I enjoyed the people these past few weeks. I laughed a lot and sat longer with certain people. I was happy to want to sit with them. That is progress! I met some new women. I kind of wish I could've met them sooner. They were so kind. They let me pound fufu a little bit with them.
Yes, some days after sitting with people and not understanding a thing I would cry...underneath my sunglasses asking God if this is really what I am supposed to be doing. But then, the next morning came around and I was ready to get back out there. I really don't get it. God's work. That's all I can figure.
I met a gal from Wisconsin this week! She married a Korean man who's brother and family are missionaries 45 minutes away from Gushegu in a different village. Ahn and Hannah (Hannah is the one from Madison, Wisconsin) will go to missionary training school in February and then they hope to come back out to Ghana. Ahn and his brother and the family came to see Fela and Puii and let the kids all play together. Such a small world!
Coming back to Tamale, I find myself so tired. And my house...oh, those ants have won a few battles I have to admit :( I have a lot of small-small things to take care of now that I am back here. The problem is that those things take time, which distracts me from language and I feel guilty for not working hard enough blah blah blah... but I have dogs that have flies all over them, a water tank that could get a hole because of the foundation it is on has cracked, ants and cobwebs galore, food in my freezer that needs to get used up, fans that don't work well, my car's air con that needs to be fixed, and Damary's room that needs to be put right.
Where do I start?
With prayer. Jesus told me this morning to Rejoice always, Rejoice. I will do that too.
Love you. Thanks for praying! Rejoice.
