The second week

Greetings,

I must tell you that it is amazing what God does. This school has and continues to provide everything we need. Yes, my team is experiencing internal turmoil, but who am I to judge what God is or isn’t doing?

I was asking God everyday, “Why am I hear?” That has change to, “Why are we here?” What I know and am sure of is that the Lord wants to do and is doing work here. I believe that despite our selfish internal problems that we are building a foundation for future teams.

Each day, new student’s arrive at our doorsteps, word having traveled throughout the city that we are here. We are loving on these students and His love is shining through. That is what is most important. We must look beyond today, and understand that His plan spans a much greater portion of time that we can conceive.

Today we held a birthday celebration, one of several planned to slowly introduce our culture and of course our personal belief. Birthday, Valentines day, a wedding all speak of love, and leads into Christmas and Easter. Today’s event went well.

Last night we had a major storm pass through, it brought cool air and made the night and this morning very pleasant. We pray for more storms

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