If they knocked, I certainly didn’t hear it. The doors were still locked, the sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon, and I had no idea I was not alone in the house.
In the encroaching darkness he saw the silhouette of a man sitting in the dirt, bent over a book. Then he noticed that the man was not alone. Three small children knelt before the man, each with a finger pointing to the details of the picture on the page that was opened before them. A month prior, Bulu was illiterate, but now is starting to be able to read.
She home schools 3 kids, cleans, cooks and learns a tribal language, all with the most amazing agility. She is wearing a led flashlight around her head so she can see to cook supper, well adjusted to the harsh living conditions. And I am so impressed. Way to go little mothers.
As we followed Lisa down the muddy trail, mud up to her knees - I just thought of that verse "How beautiful are the feet of those who take the gospel ......" The truth is not many people would be willing to walk through the mud or live in a palm house on the edge of a hot swamp or battle the mosquitos and disease. Would you?