Listen out for that quote in this tearjerker Folgers' Christmas commercial playing on a TV somewhere in your house this season! After a long and beautiful journey through West Africa, I am thankful to be home for the holidays!
Here are a few shots from some of my friends in my old neighborhood in Sinkor. These children practiced taking photos with my camera. Many Liberian children LOVE taking photos or getting their photo taken ... I have wondered if part of the reason they love photos so much is because they don't get regular opportunities to see what they look like ... there are few mirrors in Liberia. They did a great job ... and kept me laughing! Enjoy!
It's been a good last week of school,
for the most part. Some of my classes—yes, entire classes—didn't
show up for school because it's the last week. I've spent the week
reviewing with my classes, so that they are prepared for the exam. I
am going to miss my students! I can't believe school is almost over!
Summer school begins July 13, and I'm hoping to see many of them
there. I'm also thinking about starting a summer reading group ...
Arrived late last night in Ganta and
stayed with the school principal. The road was long and bumpy, and my
body is really feeling it today. I'm so tired! But it's back to class
for me. This is the last full week before exams. Summer school begins
in July. It will be a busy week! I'll keep you posted. It's good to
be back here.
It's hard to believe it's been a year! I've learned so much, I've made so many wonderful friendships and I've had the privilege of telling some heartbreaking stories. As I've told the stories of so many Liberians recovering from war, I've been on my own journey of healing. God has blessed me deeply in giving me a heart for His most broken people and bringing me all the way to Liberia to show me how He can comfort and restore and give new life.
"Hello, baby!'" (pronounced "bay-bee") "How the day?" I attempt to greet in Liberian English a little girl named Bendu, who lives in my community in Monrovia.
"Alright-o!" she says.
"What my name? You remember it?" I ask her.
"White woman," she says confidently.
I laughed! Bendu is a sweet, five-year-old girl who is full of giggles. Almost every day I visit her house, which is across the street from my apartment. She runs toward me, her arms outstretched and nearly knocks me over when she gives me a hug. She is the sweetest neighbor ever. One day, I hope she will remember my real name!
Baby Bendu: Despite living in such poverty, Bendu is full of joy and laughter.
It was a fine
Sunday. I spent it with Hawa and her two sons, Henry and Tarwoh.
Hawa, whom I call “Prof” sometimes because she is my cooking teacher, and
I made “ground pea soup” for her family and about 20 other people
in her community. We cooked 15 cups of rice!
The T.H.I.N.K. Home girls graduated
today, and I went to the ceremony. I've spent time with these young,
war-affected women over the last nine months, and what a joy it was
to see them graduate! More than 20 of the young women came to
T.H.I.N.K. Home last year, where they received academic lessons,
counseling and vocational training in hairdressing, tailoring and
baki It was an
emotional day for them! Please pray for them as they make the difficult transition from the home into more independent lives.
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