Last day in Ngaamba

Our last day in Ngaamba was very bitter sweet. This morning Kellee, Angie, Danielle, Jane, Evan and I got to teach art to Class 1 and Class 2 (grades 1 and 2). These were some of the same children who played Simon Says yesterday. We made crosses with their names on them using John 3:16 as the lesson. Then we made paper airplanes using Isaiah 40:31 which talks about soaring on wings like eagles. The children were so well behaved and patient and grateful. It brought tears to my eyes when the teacher told me the children had never used construction paper (yes, another 'construction paper moment' for me). I had to help some of the children take their tops off the markers because they didn't know how to use them. Wow, do I ever take our wealth in America for granted. Andy and Ethan have had all sorts of art supplies since the moment they could hold a fat crayon. After teaching, we went to Paster Leonard's house and ate lunch. We got to see his wife, Elizabeth again and that was a treat. Next, we broke into groups and got to visit some of the homes in Ngaamba. It amazes me how things have not changed in a thousand years in Ngaamba. The people today live exactly like their ancestors. After the visits, we went back to the school for a Farewell gathering. I was glad I had sunglasses on to hide my tears. Saying goodbye was not easy. God has so blessed America and how blessed are we to have food every night for our children. This week the parable of the talents keeps coming to mind. We have definately been given 5 talents in America. I am so humbled and feel worthless for the way I have taken care of the 'talents' I've been given and the fact that God chose to have me born in Georgia instead of Kenya. As I type, all of us on the bus are rejoicing, because it just started raining. Rain for Ngaamba is what I will pray for the rest of my life. We saw their dying crops and no food supplies. Thank you God for the Rain! Love you all- T