We are already winding down the
first quarter of school. I have
completed my report card testing and I had my assistant complete a reading
placement test. We have 4 out of 11
students who can read at the first grade Read Well curriculum level. I recently learned we have the first grade
curriculum at our school even though they use Storytown so I am going to start using it after our fall break next week. I wish I had known before this so I could
have already started using it. We
already have the students divided up during the small group time but now they
will have something to read at their level.
During the Saturday shopping trip we stopped at a new store
for someone. The yard was full of fruit
trees. I asked our teacher from Ghana what
each tree was. He pulled a leaf off a
tree and tore it. He then smelled it and
asked me to do the same. He then asked
me what I thought. It was amazing how
strong the scent was. It smelled like
citrus. He said it was an orange
tree. Then he pointed to the mango
tree. Mango is my favorite fruit so I was
really delighted to see a mango tree. He
said it will bear fruit in the spring.
Orange Tree |
Picking Green Coconuts |
Mango Tree |
The teacher asked the owner of the lot if he could pick a green
coconut. He then took off his shoes and
started to climb the tree. The owner
said he would get him a ladder instead for his safety. He
twisted the coconut off the branch rather than using a machete. He said the green coconuts would be full of coconut
water but no meat. They are used to
cleanse the body of toxins. The coconut
water is especially good for kidney stones.
My husband perked up to listen when he heard that. He has had stones two different times. We
learned from another teacher the center of the trunk of a banana tree is also
good for kidney stones.
Papaya Tree |
This past week we saw a mouse in our flat. I was working on the couch and Clint was at
the table. I saw it run from the kitchen
through the living room and go under the loveseat in front of the window. I yelled to Clint and stood up on the
couch. He saw it and went after the
broom. I kept watching the loveseat and
didn’t see it come back out. Clint
picked up the wicker loveseat and shook it and looked behind the curtains and
couldn’t find it. I spent the rest of
the evening typing while sitting on the back of a dining room chair. The next day, we purchased a sticky board to
catch the mouse. We put rice and peanut
butter on it and the next morning we had our mouse. The mouse was still alive. When we got close it wiggled and
squeaked. We didn’t have anything to use
to put it out of its misery so Clint asked the guard for assistance. He took some plastic out of the dumpster and
yanked it off the board and tossed it.
He gave the board back to Clint to use again. One of our neighbors caught five mice and
another one just one like us.
Today the guard came to our
door. He said there was a woman at the
gate who wanted to talk to me. I went
out and she asked the guard to give us a minute. I told her he was my guard and she could
speak in front of him. She wanted money
for her son. She had seen us walking
back from the main road where the church bus dropped us off. I had no idea we were followed. Thank you for your prayers on our behalf.
I listened to her and then told her
I was an honest person and asked that she listen to me also. I told her many people believe that all
Americans are wealthy. I had to leave my
homeland in search of a teaching job to raise the money I need for my own son’s
surgery in which insurance would not cover.
I told her God has brought us together to pray for each others
sons. I asked for her hands and I prayed
with her to ask God to help our sons with their needs. We both teared up and I knew she believed me.
I promised to continue to lift her and
her son up in prayer and I would like her to pray for my son too. If you have it in your heart today, will you
also pray for both our sons. I cannot even
pronounce the name of her son but I know our heavenly father knows in whom we
are requesting prayer for. Thank you!
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