From Paul

Wednesday, March 31, 2010; 5:30am
The house is quiet, the birds and the children's singing are competing to wake up the sun. James and I are sitting out on the porch trying to take it in. One house was just singing "revive us again"and it sounded so robust and grand with many strong voices chiming in. You can also see the fires under the kettles as each house is cooking their morning rice or oatmeal. Right now the many birds are winning and drowning out the sound of the ceiling fans in the house behind us. Some kids are racing to the wells for water--- as well.
Yesterday was a great day at the clinic. We saw a good, if not a record number, and we did it perhaps more efficient than in years past. I was given the opportunity to address the crowd before we officially started seeing patients and I look forward to having the opportunity again in a hour or so. It was wonderful to share God's love to them and our desire to serve them in the name of Jesus Christ. I was able to get Noah, the VOH preacher, to also sing. Can they sing --I don't know what I was sing but they liked it that I was singing as well. They then sung their version of "Humble yourself" so that I would be able to know what they were singing. It was as if I bonded with the crowd and I was able to go around and greet many of the Ghanaians before we started taking blood pressures and temps.
I am and was very emotional yesterday and today. It just seems to hit you. We saw a 2-year old early on that I chose to not weigh but who was probably less than 8-9 lbs. On the heals of that precious little one was a 2 1/2 year old weighing only 18 lbs. Its SAD.
Everyone here is doing a fabulous job showing the love of Jesus and the Ghanians are more than appreciative. From the Eye Clinic to the preschool we are loving on everyone. We don't know what today will bring but we trust that God has it all planned out.

I would have loved to made Senya last night with Jackson but I barely had time to review my lesson, see Matilda, and make the trip up to Fettah in time to preach. When you say you had to hoof-it, I was literally hoofing it. A young Ghanian fell in and escorted me to the church. I had kicked the walking into overdrive and I was sweating bullets and sliding in my sandal as if trying to walk on ice. I had a wonderful time preaching and sharing with the Fettah Church. It has taken only a few days to rekindle the relationships that I made last year and I was able to provide Study Bibles to three of the young leaders there.

An added treat----once again I spent some time sitting in the village "square" with Jerry in a plastic lounge chair. The moon is brighter than any light up there.and wouldn't you know the electricity went out--- which was an bonus for me. The Koca-Cola in the bottle was refreshing after preaching for close to an hour; as long as all the stuff moving by me on the ground isn't alive I'm ok. I did laugh to myself, there are all these people and kid hanging out and I'm taking it all in beside the "Chop bar"(stand where Jerry's wife cooks and sells food) and goats keep coming out and around us picking up the trash etc.
Got to run, James is kicking me off this small computer,

Love and miss you all,

Paul