Day #4 (Wednesday) "He Touched Me"

After breakfast together, I took the kids out into the yard and discovered the joy of lizard hunting. Lizards are everywhere so in a small yard of red dirt and rocks that chickens mill about and lizards roam freely, we took some hand-made slingshots that we bought at the market and went lizard hunting. For those of you animal lovers, the lizards were very safe, because we didn't come close to hitting one, but it served to pass the time. K and W were great at picking up stones and pointing out the lizards and birds they had a great time. During this excursion, I also discovered the red fire ants. Very painful.
For the rest of the morning we just played together with the other families in the dining room of the compound. W played well with S (another adopted boy at the compound) and sat on the floor pushing a truck back and forth for quite a while. K made bracelets and necklaces.
This afternoon, I had my first "date" with K when a few of us walked down to the market which was about half a mile away. The market is just packed by by thousands of people lining the streets selling anything they can get their hands on like different roots, pineapple, bags of water, palm oil, ice, candy, nuts and cloth you name it. It truly is another world here. It was surreal to walk down the streets. “I am on the other side of the world” This is how these people live, this is what they do. Again, we didn't blend in so much - we tend to attract a crowd, but while the people are very curious, they are so friendly and the kids follow us like paparazzi. After dinner we went to the bible study. It is an amazing thing to be on the other side of the world, in a little chapel and hear a message preached about the same God, the same Savior, and the see His Spirit at work. Wow! Why can’t we sing like that? One of the other parents is a pastor who gave a wonderful message and then told his testimony. He told of how God saved him from a terrible life of drugs and alcohol, which if that wasn’t enough to bring tears to your eyes, one of the local pastors stood up and sang the first verse of “He Touched Me” and at the chorus everyone joined in with the most beautiful singing I had ever heard in my life. I only was able to sing about 3 notes. I can’t wait to hear the singing in heaven.
He touched me, Oh He touched me.
And Oh the joy that fills my soul.
Something happened and now I know.
He touched me and made me whole.