A typical Sunday morning Service:

Cows can be heard loudly "mooing" in the background and herds of sheep

and goats graze just outside the windows. The tin roof crackles

noisily with the heat of the morning sun, which is also cooking us

with at least a hundred degree temperatures( if not more) beneath the

roof. I thank God for each small breeze that flows through the tiny

windows which only open at the very top because of the village crime

rate. The singing and preaching are invariably in the Sotho tongue,

which means I can only pick up one or two words occasionally. Sitting

on the hard, wooden bench, I copy out the Sotho verses written on the

walls to keep my mind from wondering or getting sleepy from the heat.

Dyanna, Bethany, and I sing a special( in English), then listen to the

preaching as best we can without knowing the language. After the

service I do my best to listen and converse with limited

Sotho/English/ hand motions with the people from the village.

The afternoon service is in town, and is this time in English. We meet

in a preschool building, so the "auditorium" is adorned with good

behavior charts, lunch menus, and many colorful posters teaching

shapes, types of vehicles, animals, ABC's, and numbers. They moved a

piano into the room, so for the first time we didn't sing acapella.

In the evening, I help my cousin Dyanna pack up over 400

correspondence courses to send out in the post tomorrow.

I took a walk down the dusty road( it hasn't rained for a LONG time)

with my Aunt Debbie and cousin Joel along with "the evil twins" - the

neighbor's tick/flea infested dogs, haha.

We then enjoy rusks and coffee or Joko tea

around the kitchen table with my Uncle and other cousins to finish off the day.

I have finally been relieved of a terrible headache that has been

pounding my head since five AM. I wouldn't have prayed for the grace

to get through the day as much if I hadn't had the headache though, so

it was really a blessing( however a painful one:)