Road to Rwanda---My Friend Sarah

  My friend Sarah, who was so very, very sick and you prayed for a month or so ago, came to visit tonight with her daughter and fiance.  She came to visit for a special reason.  As soon as they got here, they connected to our wifi and posted this announcement on the School's WhatsApp!  What a privilege! You can see how healthy and full of joy she is.  She thanks all of you for praying for her.  She prayed with us before she and her family left just now, back out into the rain to go home.

Road to Rwanda----Serving Meals

 You know I did not start to cook until I was almost 60 years old.  I have no idea how I raised 4 children to maturity.  I remember at one point in Taiwan when they were young that I had to put my foot down and tell them they could only eat out once a day.  Paul (our eldest), being the social creature that he is, learned to cook so he could feed his friends in Taiwan (1988-1995) when they came over....I always made sure I had expensive boxes of Hamburger Helper on the shelf for him to use, but I personally usually did not even fix that much of a meal.  Purity from about age 4 on, would get up in the middle of the night and fix herself a tuna fish sandwich and eat it all herself because she could not stand the thought of any of us touching her food.  Peter existed on fruit, whole boxes of kiwis, etc.  Because of her CP, Peace had to have soft textured foods or she could not chew them, so I remember making her scrambled eggs. In Senegal (2003-2010) I tried to fix a Sunday noon meal, whic

Memories--from 2017

  Finished our laundry for the first time in China (2017-2019). In Panama (2010-2016)I had to go to the back of building OUTSIDE to do my laundry. Here I have a machine right in my itty bitty kitchen....with only HOT running water??? After one is done washing, then you go out onto the balcony and hang your clothes on hangers to let them dry. This is different from Taipei (1988-1995). There we had bamboo poles levitating 4 stories up at our apartment. You strung your clothes on these poles. Until I learned how to "string" rather than just flop the clothes over the poles, I kept losing my underwear to the balcony below. I then had to go down to the apartment below with a corresponding piece of underwear and mime asking for it back. Maybe I can at least say the words now.

Road to Rwanda----Jesus is greater

  A rather strange cultural/spiritual incident yesterday in school.   The students were getting comfortable on the couch and bean bag chairs for a documentary about the silk trade in China.   However, I could not see the face of one of the boys sitting on the bean bag chair on the floor.   (I have to keep an eye on them, or they might fall asleep during a video. Haha) I told him to move.   There was a whispered confrontation between him and the girl sitting on the couch which was beside the bean bag chair.   No one moved. I asked what the problem was.   The boy passionately stated that the girl had stepped over his legs splayed on the floor in getting to her seat and he would not move until she had stepped back over his legs (????)   He went on to explain that if she did not do this, he would never grow any taller (every teen age boy’s nightmare).   The girl refused to acquiesce to his request, stating that it was utter foolishness.   The class then sat and waited for me to resolve the