The title is somewhat self-explanatory: mosquitos are a part of life in Africa, I found grey hairs [what?! Already??]. It must be those adventures in taxis.
We came with no plans... no itinerary, just a few things that needed to be done for the children's home, visit with Fisherboys, Cecilia, Wonder, etc... but knew we needed to keep our schedules somewhat lenient so we could truly listen to where the Spirit lead us. And already, the Lord has blessed us with perfectly timed opportunities. We have some plans to go on a medical outreach at an orphan home in Aflao, in which we will stay the week in the orphanage. Erika and I will be traveling to a village about an hour and a half from here on Tuesday [possibly all of this week] to just love on some sweet people and share Jesus.
It's so different from any other place I've visited. Maybe there's simply more time to observe, but the people are just happier, more at peace and many of them know the joy of the Lord.
Val, our sweet Ghanian friend, invited us into her home and cooked a delicious meal [you guys, I ate beef! Those of you that know me know how big of a deal this is]. After lunch, we sat with Val and her husband for awhile.
I was feeling a bit restless and needed to hug some children, so I crossed the street in front of Val's house where a young girl was running a small store [candy, cokes, etc]. Evelyn. Talking to her, she tells me that she is 12 years old and runs this store herself while her parents work elsewhere. This is not uncommon at all, but a very tangible reality of how different life is here. After awhile, a group of children gather [I find that my skin color, NOT bubbles or even candy, attracts the children... and I'm perfectly okay with that].
Sometimes I can’t express in words how much I love people. And then I think bigger and harder, and can’t even begin to find the words to express how thankful for and in love I am with my Creator.
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