A Gamasara Thnksgiving

I woke up this morning and ate a whole can of ravioli. Kate looked a bit surprised, but I wasn't sure when/if I'd eat lunch, and I knew supper would be at Gamasara. It's my night to sleep here.

I prepared English lessons and lounged around a bit. Then I caught the truck to Gamasara about 11:00.

I thought, as we arrived, how much I have to be thankful for today. Even as recently as last Thanksgiving, I would have never guessed that I would be part of Angel House. God has blessed and enriched my life with so many new friends and workers here in Africa.

I am thankful for my health. On this Thanksgiving Day, I will have boiled green bananas and beans, and I will share them with 35 of my closest family members.

They all humored me by yelling, "Happy Thanksgiving!" to my daughter and her family when she called today. More people to love and be thankful for...

I am thankful for God's direction at Angel House. He is the guiding force at the heart of Grassroots Ministry. Thanks to all of you who make Angel House possible.

"Wangu" (mine) is a word often used at Angel House. It is often difficult to complete any project because curious (and hands) want to inspect everything.
I must have told Nosi "wangu" a dozen times today. Finally, she crawled into my lap right on top of the curtains I was lengthening. She gathered me in her arms, hugged me tight, and said, "Wangu!". I'm thankful that Nosi thinks of me as hers. And I'm
even more thankful that God claims me as His own as well.

Happy Thanksgiving!
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