Hello again! I first must apologize to all of you for my lack of blogging! I really intended to blog as soon as I was healthy again, (those dang amoebas had me down for a good while!) and then when I was healthy again, life just keeps coming, and I never seem to be able to make enough time for all the wonderful things like writing, and processing and story-telling; the things that I love to do and that help me reflect. I apologize. I am healthy now, and will do my best at writing on here, because I know many of you enjoy hearing stories from Rwanda. :) I'm working on uploading some pictures as well!
School was out last week, and it was a nice break from the usual, even though I really missed my students! I enjoyed sleeping in a bit, going to the market for colorful fabric and interesting finds, spending more time with my sweet babies at the orphanage, and even going to the dentist! No cavities, yay! The parents of one of my students are missionaries from the Philippines, and they head up the Adventist Dental Clinic here in Kigali. They are super gentle, kind, educated, and awesome dentists! It was such a blessing to have a wonderful dental experience so far from "home," where they have all the same, modern equipment, and it was about a fifth of the cost in the U.S.
I've been busy at school with teaching my lovely students, after school Science Club, and a Girls after-school fitness club for middle school students. It's been a great way to get to know these girls, and help empower some of the Rwandan girls to lead a physically active lifestyle. I've been blessed to lead these girls and pray with them, as we strive to be "fit" in every way. I'm still learning, myself, how important it is to create sacred time and space every day to be with God, because being spiritually and emotionally fit is fitness too! :)
We're all super busy at school now writing accreditation reports for ACSI, which have been necessary, but very time-consuming. You can pray with us next week, as we host an ACSI visitor on our campus who will examine us and offer suggestions on the timeline of how to proceed with accreditation. Our goal is to become fully accredited by next April. This process is laborious, but really helps give our school credibility in the eyes of parents. By the way, ACSI stands for: Association of Christian Schools International. We are also striving to achieve accreditation with Middle States of America (MSA) as well. KICS is growing and God's provisions are real! We now have the resources to begin building a Science laboratory and a library, which is a first for a school in Rwanda.
My evenings are spent tutoring my sweet Kang-Hee, the Korean boy who was in my class last year, and also tutoring a young Rwandan girl who doesn't go to our school, but is the daughter of our community "Umudugudu." This is probably my most favorite kinyarwanda word to say. U-mu-du-gu-du. And what is an "umudugudu" you ask? An umududugu is a "village chief" or "community leader." Our community leader is Marguerite, a wonderful lady, who runs a preschool in the basement of our church. It's been a joy working with her daughter, Nicole, and cultivating in her, a love for reading!
My sweet little ladies at the orphanage, Genina, Josephina, and others, bring me so much joy on the weekends. These girls are growing so fast and are so strong! It's just incredible seeing them now, and remembering the young, tiny babies they were two years ago. It's been such an answer to prayer to see the kids thriving at the Home of Hope under new leadership and management that allows them to have physical fitness and not be cramped up in dark rooms. Visitors and volunteers are readily welcomed now, and they are acceptive of donations and ideas. A wonderful answer to prayer! Adoptions are still closed in Rwanda, as of late last year, because they are trying to update their policies and become aligned with the policies of the Hague Convention. There are still many families who have dossiers at the Ministry, and are eagerly awaiting for Rwandan adoptions to reopen. It's our prayer that it will happen soon!
My Sundays are spent worshipping at CCR (not the band!) :) Christ Church Rwanda is a non-denominational community with a rich, diverse congregation, from many, many countries. I love worshipping alongside my students, parents and neighbors. We're a real community! Right now, CCR is looking for a new lead preacher, as Dave Jenkins and his family are heading back to the U.S. to be closer to family there. Teaching Sunday School to 50 young, eager kids who speak many different languages, with a translator, is both challenging and a tremendous joy! An afternoon usually consists of quiet time and lunch at home, or a group of friends hitting up the new "Mr. Chips" hole-in-the-wall concrete establishment owned by a Canadian man, who actually serves a pretty remarkable Pork BBQ sandwich! It rocks! Then I hurry to Home of Hope before the afternoon rains come, and spend the afternoon jumping rope, making beds, folding clothes, feeding children with disbilities, singing, singing, singing, and loving the sweet children.
I've enjoyed having my dear friend, Anna, back in the country recently, after the death of her dad in Arkansas this summer. She's here until Thanksgiving, but hopefully returning soon! We've enjoyed some fun weekend adventures lately, visiting our friend Frances in the mountains of Musanze, and exploring the Musanze cave, where many Rwandans were killed during the events of 1994. I had the neatest experience ever with our friend, Betsy, being able to trek into the Virunga mountain range and visit with the mountain gorillas, only five feet away! I'll be sure to post some gorilla pics soon! It was amazing seeing the similarities we have with the gorillas. crazy!
Life is rich and full here! His blessings are real and evident! Thank you all for your prayers, emails, encouragement and support! I miss you all there, and hope you are doing well!
Love from Kigali,
Emily
Friday, November 4, 2011
Sunday, August 21, 2011
heartbroken
Erin and Levi Fletcher are two friends who taught here at KICS in 2009. They are from California, and Erin's sister, Kristen is the mom to the Urquhart clan that I mentioned in my earlier blogpost.
This week, The Fletcher's 4 month old baby boy, Josiah Robert, died in his sleep. They are heartbroken, and I want to ask for prayers for them at this time.
When they were in Rwanda, they were praying that God would bless them with a child. We were praying for them. The door was opened for a Rwandan adoption from Home of Hope, but after many months, God closed that door. Erin and Levi moved back to California, and they were blessed with little Josiah in April.
While their hearts are broken right now, they have a deep faith and a deep peace in knowing that Josiah is with Christ who loves him even more than they do! They know that God is still good, even in this tragedy. Would you please pray for this family, especially this weekend, as they lay Josiah to rest on what would have been his 4 month birthday.
I'm back!
I arrived safely back in the land of a thousand hills (after a record SIX planes!), and I survived the first week of school! The first week of school always seems tough to me, no matter where in the world I am, or how many years I've taught. I've got a great bunch of kids; a lot of them missionary kids this year. I have 16 students, from places as diverse as Madagascar, Oregon, Canada, India, Ukbekistan, Afghanistan, England, Rwanda, and a host of other lands!
KICS is really growing, and God has now provided us with a staff of 25 teachers. One family, the Gaskills, are from High Point, NC! I couldn't believe it! But they don't have an accent like mine, because they lived in Colorado for many years. :) Another KICS family, the Raymonds, work for ManaNutrition, which is based in Matthews, NC. You really have to check out their website. www.mananutrition.org. They work to combat hunger in East Africa by providing children with Ready-to-use Therapeutic Food. Mana is an acronym that stands for Mother Administered Nutritive Aid. Mr. Raymond also told me that they have visited the Research Campus in Kannapolis to inquire about partnerships there. What a small world! I will blog more about this later, but check out the website!
To be honest, I was really excited about coming back home to Rwanda, but the transition this time has been one of the most difficult ones. I think it's perfectly normal though, to be missing things from my other home, and to not feel totally settled yet. I really miss sweet Aiden, and fresh blueberries and Cheerios, Mom's cooking, and pimento cheese. I miss my family. And a host of other things! Is it bad that I miss the microwave too? It is nice to come back to swift and thrilling moto rides to the lively market, and the long runs on the red dirt paths in the village. And the dirt cheap mangoes, avocados and pineapples! But I'm realizing that I didn't miss the multiple power outages, slow internet, and no water that is currently our situation. boo :( One thing that is the same....the sounds of drumming in the evenings. I enjoyed sitting on the porch this summer and listening to the Big Green Machine practice at my alma mater. And my first night back here, I heard the drums, and had to think, where am I? It was the same sounds echoing similar rhythms. Only here, it was the traditional drummers with their cowhide drums.
I had to move into a new house this year, with two new roommates, and we still don't have water yet, so I've been resorting back to the old bucket baths I took when I lived in Mombasa. But it's been pretty cold here at night; cold enough to sleep under a down comforter. So I've been "spoiling" myself and boiling a pot of water each night to pour into the cold water. You know, it's not that I can't take baths like this forever. I really know I could. But I think it's just tough when you go from having something, and then you don't have something. That's when it's tough and you feel like you need it! Even though I know that's false.
Last night I was kid-sitting for the Urquharts, my favorite family here in Kigali. I taught their son, Weston, two years ago. It was a privilege to hang out with their two youngest, Ava and Marcel. We have all prayed for a long time now for Marcel's arrival. He is 5 years old, and we first met him 2 years ago when he was living at the Sisters of Charity Home of Hope orphanage. Weston adored him from the beginning, and loved their play times together each week. And soon the whole family fell in love with Marcel. It took them over a year to complete the adoption process, and Marcel came to be an Urquhart in May, right before summer break. It was wonderful last night to see how he has grown, to see how much English he's learned in such a short time, and to hear of his trip to DisneyLand this summer! And it was beautiful to hear him pray the special kinyarwanda prayer at dinner that all the children still pray at the orphanage. He still remembers it, and I'm glad.
After tucking Marcel into bed and singing him the same songs I sang to Aiden this summer, Ava and I enjoyed watching one of my favorite movies, Swiss Family Robinson. I haven't watched that movie (or any movies) in a long time, but I still remembered how much I longed to live in a treehouse, and still do! :) I had to smile in one scene...where the Father and Mother were talking about their new lives on the uninhabited island....How would they raise their boys here? What would they continue to do for food? How would they continue to defend their treehouse from the pirates who are trying to attack them? And the Father leans in to the Mother and calmly says, "Don't you sometimes feel this is the kind of life we were meant to live on this earth? If only people could have all this and be satisfied; I don't think there'd be any real problems in the world." And then he responds to his wife, "Honey, don't worry about tomorrow. It will take care of itself."
That was my lesson....the way God chose to speak to me last night! And yes, I am satisfied. No matter the circumstances, no matter the things I am missing, or the things I think I need or don't have. I am blessed, and I live in a beautiful land of a thousand hills, my one of many "homes" in this great, big world. I am beyond satisfied! I have joy beyond circumstances.
My prayer for this week...Lord, help me to live Your way, and to be content with where I am right now. I know that when I walk with You, You are always taking me somewhere! I also know you will not leave me where I am forever. Help me to continue to grow and step out of "where I am" and refuse to be content with anything less than ALL of what You have for me! Continue to teach me and let my ears and eyes be opened to Your way and Your leading. Amen.
Thank you for your prayers!
peace,
emily
KICS is really growing, and God has now provided us with a staff of 25 teachers. One family, the Gaskills, are from High Point, NC! I couldn't believe it! But they don't have an accent like mine, because they lived in Colorado for many years. :) Another KICS family, the Raymonds, work for ManaNutrition, which is based in Matthews, NC. You really have to check out their website. www.mananutrition.org. They work to combat hunger in East Africa by providing children with Ready-to-use Therapeutic Food. Mana is an acronym that stands for Mother Administered Nutritive Aid. Mr. Raymond also told me that they have visited the Research Campus in Kannapolis to inquire about partnerships there. What a small world! I will blog more about this later, but check out the website!
To be honest, I was really excited about coming back home to Rwanda, but the transition this time has been one of the most difficult ones. I think it's perfectly normal though, to be missing things from my other home, and to not feel totally settled yet. I really miss sweet Aiden, and fresh blueberries and Cheerios, Mom's cooking, and pimento cheese. I miss my family. And a host of other things! Is it bad that I miss the microwave too? It is nice to come back to swift and thrilling moto rides to the lively market, and the long runs on the red dirt paths in the village. And the dirt cheap mangoes, avocados and pineapples! But I'm realizing that I didn't miss the multiple power outages, slow internet, and no water that is currently our situation. boo :( One thing that is the same....the sounds of drumming in the evenings. I enjoyed sitting on the porch this summer and listening to the Big Green Machine practice at my alma mater. And my first night back here, I heard the drums, and had to think, where am I? It was the same sounds echoing similar rhythms. Only here, it was the traditional drummers with their cowhide drums.
I had to move into a new house this year, with two new roommates, and we still don't have water yet, so I've been resorting back to the old bucket baths I took when I lived in Mombasa. But it's been pretty cold here at night; cold enough to sleep under a down comforter. So I've been "spoiling" myself and boiling a pot of water each night to pour into the cold water. You know, it's not that I can't take baths like this forever. I really know I could. But I think it's just tough when you go from having something, and then you don't have something. That's when it's tough and you feel like you need it! Even though I know that's false.
Last night I was kid-sitting for the Urquharts, my favorite family here in Kigali. I taught their son, Weston, two years ago. It was a privilege to hang out with their two youngest, Ava and Marcel. We have all prayed for a long time now for Marcel's arrival. He is 5 years old, and we first met him 2 years ago when he was living at the Sisters of Charity Home of Hope orphanage. Weston adored him from the beginning, and loved their play times together each week. And soon the whole family fell in love with Marcel. It took them over a year to complete the adoption process, and Marcel came to be an Urquhart in May, right before summer break. It was wonderful last night to see how he has grown, to see how much English he's learned in such a short time, and to hear of his trip to DisneyLand this summer! And it was beautiful to hear him pray the special kinyarwanda prayer at dinner that all the children still pray at the orphanage. He still remembers it, and I'm glad.
After tucking Marcel into bed and singing him the same songs I sang to Aiden this summer, Ava and I enjoyed watching one of my favorite movies, Swiss Family Robinson. I haven't watched that movie (or any movies) in a long time, but I still remembered how much I longed to live in a treehouse, and still do! :) I had to smile in one scene...where the Father and Mother were talking about their new lives on the uninhabited island....How would they raise their boys here? What would they continue to do for food? How would they continue to defend their treehouse from the pirates who are trying to attack them? And the Father leans in to the Mother and calmly says, "Don't you sometimes feel this is the kind of life we were meant to live on this earth? If only people could have all this and be satisfied; I don't think there'd be any real problems in the world." And then he responds to his wife, "Honey, don't worry about tomorrow. It will take care of itself."
That was my lesson....the way God chose to speak to me last night! And yes, I am satisfied. No matter the circumstances, no matter the things I am missing, or the things I think I need or don't have. I am blessed, and I live in a beautiful land of a thousand hills, my one of many "homes" in this great, big world. I am beyond satisfied! I have joy beyond circumstances.
My prayer for this week...Lord, help me to live Your way, and to be content with where I am right now. I know that when I walk with You, You are always taking me somewhere! I also know you will not leave me where I am forever. Help me to continue to grow and step out of "where I am" and refuse to be content with anything less than ALL of what You have for me! Continue to teach me and let my ears and eyes be opened to Your way and Your leading. Amen.
Thank you for your prayers!
peace,
emily
Monday, August 8, 2011
life
Sorry everyone...for being the world's worst blogger this summer! It's been too long. But I've been enjoying precious time at home with my sweet nephew Aiden, great home cooking, and Sundrop and Whatburger too! I've enjoyed time with brothers and sisters and family all over the place...the beach, Florida, Puerto Rico, camp, S-town, and K-nap. I'll post some fun pictures soon. But for now...my brain is in a fog, and I'm sitting on the cold Cairo airport tiles, eating something that resembles rice, but is not quite. I've already done 4 planes, and I've got 2 more to go before home sweet Kigali greets me and I face those hills again! I've already lost one bag in Athens, so I hope to remain with this one!
I left yesterday at noon, and it was hard. :( Hard to say goodbye. It was too tough listening to Aiden sing "the Emmy song" one last time in the airport. I shed some tears, but quickly wiped them away so he could know one more time just how happy he makes me. He's loved looking in my eyes all summer....even when he's being scolded....and saying, "Emmy, I got blue eyes like yours. I make you so happy, Emmy!" :) He sure does.
Ok, we gotta change that subject. too sad for now.
It's weird the things that strike me in airports around the world. An airport is my favorite place for people-watching. I love witnessing celebratory reunions, and I also am sad watching tearful goodbyes; even though I don't know the people.While I sat at baggage claim in Athens today for 5 hours waiting for my bags to arrive, I played a game with myself and tried to guess which destaination they were arriving from based on their appearances. I'm so curious about other people, and love seeing the flavor of another country in their eyes, their clothing, and their gestures. Athens is not a fun airport, neither is Paris or Cairo.... but no matter the vastness or dinginess or stickiness of many airports, you can always witness LIFE in them! Life is going on all around me. Just like in Rwanda. You can be a witness to everyday activities on the roadside, in the marketplace, on the dusty dirt roads headed up to Musanze. Instead of driving on a highway in the States where everything is whizzing by you, you can actually see life being lived!
Right now, I see a group of about 20 grandmothers, dressed in their beautiful, white hooded veils and robes, squatting on the tiled floor next to me and sharing flat bread and homemade shwarmas they brought from home. I see the young engaged woman in the full Muslim burqua, dressed all in black, with only her smoky eyes glowing through. I'm sitting outside a coffee shop. I went in earlier for some Hibiscus tea, and the young male shopkeeper was alone. He had taken off his apron and placed it down on the floor in the rear of his shop, and knelt down over it, reciting his daily prayers, facing Mecca. I didn't want to disturb him so I left and came back for the tea later on. Everywhere I go, everywhere I am seeing people praying; many prone on the ground, some kneeling. I think to myself...if only I could be that faithful in praying! If only we could pray that faithfully, with such dedication. I try; I do. But often times, I confess, I'm just plain lazy. Last year, I would often wake up at 5am to the loud, annoying Muslim call to prayer, and just bicker over and over again at the unpleasant wake-up call. Perhaps this year, I will stop getting upset at being woken so early, and embrace the opportunity to pray as well!
Now it's two hours later, but still 3 to go until my 3am flight to Ethiopia. The Cairo airport is the only airport I've been in where they love to scare you by seizing your passport upon arrival and not giving it back until you board. It's strange. But it's happened every time I've passed through here. Tonight, I was leisurely hanging out in a hallway, when an airport security guard frantically ran up with my passport yelling, Emily! Are you Emily!? I calmly answered, Yes I am. He acted like he was so out of breath chasing after me. But I didn't feel too bad; afterall, I'm the only blond-haired, blue-eyed person in this entire airport! And he told me to hurry and run behind him because I was about to miss my bus. So I ran behind him and we bypassed security (theres not really any here, except the taking of passports upon arrival!) And I remembered this from last time. It was still 5 hours before my flight, but they were taking me on a bus to another part of the airport to a small tiny, smoked-filled waiting area where I am now. And they escorted us in, and of course took my passport again. I just asked the man if I could step outside the room to use the restroom, and he chuckled and said no because I didn't have a passport. Then he laughed and said it's ok because he didn't have one either. That's what the Egyptians call security. No bag checks. Only passport seizing.
This is what I like to call the Egyptian torture room, because from here you can see the McDonalds golden arches and Cinnabon in the distance, but you can't get to them! We're trapped in the passportless glass smoke bubble!....with nothing to do but watch life. :) and wait for the plane to carry me home...
I left yesterday at noon, and it was hard. :( Hard to say goodbye. It was too tough listening to Aiden sing "the Emmy song" one last time in the airport. I shed some tears, but quickly wiped them away so he could know one more time just how happy he makes me. He's loved looking in my eyes all summer....even when he's being scolded....and saying, "Emmy, I got blue eyes like yours. I make you so happy, Emmy!" :) He sure does.
Ok, we gotta change that subject. too sad for now.
It's weird the things that strike me in airports around the world. An airport is my favorite place for people-watching. I love witnessing celebratory reunions, and I also am sad watching tearful goodbyes; even though I don't know the people.While I sat at baggage claim in Athens today for 5 hours waiting for my bags to arrive, I played a game with myself and tried to guess which destaination they were arriving from based on their appearances. I'm so curious about other people, and love seeing the flavor of another country in their eyes, their clothing, and their gestures. Athens is not a fun airport, neither is Paris or Cairo.... but no matter the vastness or dinginess or stickiness of many airports, you can always witness LIFE in them! Life is going on all around me. Just like in Rwanda. You can be a witness to everyday activities on the roadside, in the marketplace, on the dusty dirt roads headed up to Musanze. Instead of driving on a highway in the States where everything is whizzing by you, you can actually see life being lived!
Right now, I see a group of about 20 grandmothers, dressed in their beautiful, white hooded veils and robes, squatting on the tiled floor next to me and sharing flat bread and homemade shwarmas they brought from home. I see the young engaged woman in the full Muslim burqua, dressed all in black, with only her smoky eyes glowing through. I'm sitting outside a coffee shop. I went in earlier for some Hibiscus tea, and the young male shopkeeper was alone. He had taken off his apron and placed it down on the floor in the rear of his shop, and knelt down over it, reciting his daily prayers, facing Mecca. I didn't want to disturb him so I left and came back for the tea later on. Everywhere I go, everywhere I am seeing people praying; many prone on the ground, some kneeling. I think to myself...if only I could be that faithful in praying! If only we could pray that faithfully, with such dedication. I try; I do. But often times, I confess, I'm just plain lazy. Last year, I would often wake up at 5am to the loud, annoying Muslim call to prayer, and just bicker over and over again at the unpleasant wake-up call. Perhaps this year, I will stop getting upset at being woken so early, and embrace the opportunity to pray as well!
Now it's two hours later, but still 3 to go until my 3am flight to Ethiopia. The Cairo airport is the only airport I've been in where they love to scare you by seizing your passport upon arrival and not giving it back until you board. It's strange. But it's happened every time I've passed through here. Tonight, I was leisurely hanging out in a hallway, when an airport security guard frantically ran up with my passport yelling, Emily! Are you Emily!? I calmly answered, Yes I am. He acted like he was so out of breath chasing after me. But I didn't feel too bad; afterall, I'm the only blond-haired, blue-eyed person in this entire airport! And he told me to hurry and run behind him because I was about to miss my bus. So I ran behind him and we bypassed security (theres not really any here, except the taking of passports upon arrival!) And I remembered this from last time. It was still 5 hours before my flight, but they were taking me on a bus to another part of the airport to a small tiny, smoked-filled waiting area where I am now. And they escorted us in, and of course took my passport again. I just asked the man if I could step outside the room to use the restroom, and he chuckled and said no because I didn't have a passport. Then he laughed and said it's ok because he didn't have one either. That's what the Egyptians call security. No bag checks. Only passport seizing.
This is what I like to call the Egyptian torture room, because from here you can see the McDonalds golden arches and Cinnabon in the distance, but you can't get to them! We're trapped in the passportless glass smoke bubble!....with nothing to do but watch life. :) and wait for the plane to carry me home...
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
letter from God to me
You are on the path of My choosing. There is no randomness about your life. Here and Now comprise the coordinates of your daily life. Most people let their moments slip through their fingers, half-lived. They avoid the present by worrying about the future or longing for a better time and place. They forget that they are creatures who are subject to the limitations of time and space. They forget their Creator, who walks with them only in the present.
Every moment is alive with My glorious Presence, to those whose hearts are intimately connected with Mine. As you give yourself more and more to a life of constant communion with Me, you will find that you simply have no time for worry. Thus, you are freed to let My Spirit direct your steps, enabling you to walk along the path of Peace.
Friday, May 6, 2011
He's at work!
I had another wonderful parent conference this week! It's so odd for me to actually be EXCITED for parent conferences, but I am! I love these parents, and of course I love their kids! :) These families are such a part of my community here. I live with many of them, we worship together, fellowship together, work together, and play together. KICS has such a close-knit community. When my computer crashed last week (it's totally finished, no hope, but my sweet principal let me borrow one of his), I had no shortage of parents offering to take it to be fixed. When I'm sick, they want to bring me food or medicine, or even take me to see their doctor. They want to make me clothes, take me to the market, teach me kinyarwanda, marry me off to their cousins, and everything in between! I feel so blessed to be a part of this community, this city on a hill that is now my home.
Anyway, back to parent conferences...I had another awesome conversation with J's mom, from India. She and her husband practice an ancient religion called Sikhism, which is founded on the teachings of 10 Gurus from India. As I've mentioned before, I've had many opportunities to share with this mom this year, and each time, she has really opened up and asked so many questions; questions about Jesus, about Easter, about the Resurrection. Her 9 year old daughter, my student, goes home and tells her all about the characters and stories in the Bible, and that's how she became interested! Last time we met, she told me that she's so happy that her daughter knows about the teachings of Jesus, and when she hears her pray, it melts her heart. Now, she has begun praying alongside her daughter, and she said her husband has even prayed with them before. This week, we had another wonderful talk, and she asked me to pray with her again, in Jesus' name. She also asked for some books to help her better understand! So right now, I'm trying to pray about and think about books that would be useful for her. God is awesome, and continuing to work and open doors here! Please pray with me that this mom will continue to seek, that the Holy Spirit will continue to do a good work in her and her husband, and that God will continue revealing Himself to this family.
"But when He, the Spirit of Truth comes, He will guide you into all the Truth." ~John 16:13
Anyway, back to parent conferences...I had another awesome conversation with J's mom, from India. She and her husband practice an ancient religion called Sikhism, which is founded on the teachings of 10 Gurus from India. As I've mentioned before, I've had many opportunities to share with this mom this year, and each time, she has really opened up and asked so many questions; questions about Jesus, about Easter, about the Resurrection. Her 9 year old daughter, my student, goes home and tells her all about the characters and stories in the Bible, and that's how she became interested! Last time we met, she told me that she's so happy that her daughter knows about the teachings of Jesus, and when she hears her pray, it melts her heart. Now, she has begun praying alongside her daughter, and she said her husband has even prayed with them before. This week, we had another wonderful talk, and she asked me to pray with her again, in Jesus' name. She also asked for some books to help her better understand! So right now, I'm trying to pray about and think about books that would be useful for her. God is awesome, and continuing to work and open doors here! Please pray with me that this mom will continue to seek, that the Holy Spirit will continue to do a good work in her and her husband, and that God will continue revealing Himself to this family.
"But when He, the Spirit of Truth comes, He will guide you into all the Truth." ~John 16:13
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