Some days the road is wide open (and newly paved!), the sky is a brilliant blue, the plants almost glow green from the abundant rain last week and the feeling of having figured it out and being settled is deep. I am thankful for these days.
The kids have abandoned the angry attitudes of yesterday and found their rhythm and love of learning. Homeschool (for today) is fairly easy and enjoyable for all of us! I find myself with the afternoon to myself to discover a new coffee shop (yep, there are a few here and I am SO thankful for them).
The men from the water company came to turn off our water – but no worries because I have my receipt (I’ve learned!) to show we’ve paid the bills.
The young men, who often come up to the car at a major intersection and want to wash the windshield for a little money, stopped and asked first. When they were done I gave them a little money and complimented their politeness to stop and ask (A LOT of times they don’t and I keep trying to coach them on asking). Then I blew them away by saying “nyamin shra wo” (God Bless You) in Twi (the local language). Yep, I’m learning and feeling settled.
Not every day feels like this. And most often the feeling of knowing is replaced quickly by the need to learn something new, again. But I am thankful for these days, these moments. They are deeply good. Thank you Lord!
Today I am thankful for recess in a tropical rain storm!
(Click on photos to play videos and see the storm in progress.)
Why not throw on your swimsuits, float Palm tree bark boats
and play soccer in the driveway!?!
Homeschooling in West Africa sure has its advantages! 🙂
If you’ve gotten the impression from my blog posts that our lives here are always exciting, my apologies. That would be a big lie. The truth is that we spend many hours doing things like this, sitting for hours in a hot room wading through what feels like mindless beauracracy. Today it means me sitting in this room for 3 hours trying to get my kids non-citizen ID cards, which we need to get them residence permits.
Before that process I had to get a work permit which requires all manner of documentation, payments, medical tests, etc.
My paperwork was in this stack
Today is my 3rd attempt to get these cards. Once we were thwarted by not having a police report for the lost expired cards, which is apparently required. So I waited one day at a police station for a long time to get that. Later, police report in hand, I tried to get these cards but failed due to not having the passports with me (only copies).
Today turns out to be another failure… Technical difficulties with Hannahs card which may be tied to the challenge of the machine reading her fingerprints. I will have to return on Friday. Well, perhaps a partial success because we got Peter’s card.
Friday I will try again. If successful, I’ll try again at immigration for the permits. How I love beauracracy!
But, lest we judge, I should note that the process at the American Embassy for Ghanaians coming to America, even for a brief IJM staff conference, is no less frought with challenges, including standing 5 hours in the sun outside the embassy for an “appointment” and frequent unexplained rejections.
Alas, it goes both ways.
My kids are Champs though. I think I’ll buy them pizza and soda.