Hello dear friends, family, and ministry supporters!
Happy late Thanksgiving! As I am sure you were as well, we’ve been crazy busy lately. Last week (Tuesday I think) we hosted a ministry Thanksgiving party for our Congolese co-laborers and for a few students who became followers of Jesus through Campus Pour Christ. It was so much fun. We cooked them chicken (poulet), rice (riz blac), corn pudding (mais something), mashed potatoes (pomme de terre purree), chocolate chip cake (un gateau avec les morsels de chocolat?), and some other things that I can’t remember.
We started out the night making turkeys out of our hands. I wish I took a picture of them so I could show you, but unfortunately I didn’t think about that. I know one of my fellow STINTers did, so I’ll make them post it on Facebook so I can steal it. You can’t judge me by the way my turkey looks though. I’m fully convinced my eldest sister got all of the artistic genes in our family. I actually might have forgotten to put feet and legs on the little guy… And you don’t even wanna know what his face looks like. I kind of forget turkeys had beaks, so I drew a smiley face instead. It’s a mess…
After I completely invented a new species of turkey, we wrote on our turkey’s belly our favorite bible verse. The passage that came to mind first was Isa. 55:8-9. I love that verse! It is one that I’m having to constantly remind myself of.
On Thursday, my team and I spent a majority of the day cooking a marvelous feast. A few of Rachel’s supporters sent her a box full of holiday fixings (have I mentioned that I love fixins‘?). So we had all the ingredients to make stuffing and greenbean casserole which are truly the only things I care about on Thanksgiving. Oh wait, I love cranberry sauce too, but without the cranberries. Paige, who is our team chef, made homemade honey-whole-wheat rolls. She even tied the dough in a knot so it looked fancy. Katie and Jean-Marc made little apple pies that actually caught our oven on fire (just a small little fire inside the oven, no big deal). Rachel made an apple crisp dessert that tasted really good until she told me that she accidentally added 2 cups of butter instead of one cup of butter.
We ended our Thanksgiving night by doing something to symbolize us forgetting the old and embracing the new: watching How the Grinch Stole Christmas.
I have been thinking about all the things that I’m thankful for. Truly, I am thankful for your prayers for this ministry and for people weekly asking God to move in this country. I am thankful for the constant encouragement we receive from family and friends back home; it always comes at the most appropriate times. I am thankful for ministry supporters who sacrifice financially on a monthly basis to support God’s work in Dakar. I am so thankful for those who supported us by giving a one time donation. We couldn’t have gotten to Dakar without you’re help.
I am furthermore thankful for God’s saving grace. I’m thankful for the word and for being literate so I can read it. I’m thankful He’s placed me in a city where there is so much physical need and spiritual need. I’m thankful that He’s teaching me to be a good steward of my time, money and efforts. I’m thankful that when I am a bad steward of love, grace, generosity, etc. that grace abounds for that sin and there is forgiveness.
Thank you for helping this ministry thrive in Dakar. Thank you for your support, prayers, and interest in God redeeming the nations. You are much more appreciated than you’ll ever know.