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.
It was straight down the mountain and straight back up. This includes forty minutes hopping down a riverbed on giant boulders. A piece of cake, I thought. Boy was I wrong.
To state that this is one of the harshest places to live and work that I have ever visited, is saying a lot. I've been in a lot of places.
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?
Hard ride in a canoe today and a long hike through the jungle. We were crossing rivers on logs and wading. Very tired… but very happy. Thanks for praying.