It is November 1979. Living in a foreign country can be lonely, especially when special holidays are approaching. It is so encouraging when I have visitors. My sister, Sharon and two friends, Melaina and Laura came to visit. It was so fun to show them this country and her beautiful people.
Learning a different language is not easy. Sometimes I wonder if I will ever learn it. I spend countless hours studying, memorizing and practicing. I wasn’t expecting this learning process to be so frustrating.
An unexpected ministry opened up, teaching phys ed to the female students at Quisqueya Christian School. Some of the students are missionary kids, some are children of the elite class. CWO realizes the need to minister to all classes, the poor and the wealthy. I am excited to develop a relationship with these young women.
I continue visiting the youth from our camps, traveling through cities to the winding roads up the mountains. It is humbling to visit our youth in their homes, huts with thatched roofs and shacks with tin roofs. They are excited that I would spend time with them. It is always a blessed experience for me. I long to learn their language, Creole, so I can really communicate.