Re-Fueling Station

I'd like to Thank my little friend Neve :) for the gift of Shelly & Laurent. I guess the spirit of birth can produce friends you never expected to find.  Out of the goodness of her heart, Shelly made the 3 hour trek to the Mission House, picked us up, dusted us off, put us and our stuff in the car and brought us to her family home.  Karen went straight for the bath and I was asleep before my head hit the pillow. Then they fed us and gave us a soft place to land for a couple of nights before our next commitment begins.

As we were preparing to leave our first placement, we would look from Nkawkaw at the road back to Accra, thoughts of the squishy trotro, heavy bags on laps, sweat dripping down our backs and the hours of questionable roads and unavoidable sensory stimuli; made us both quite squeamish.  I would have done it because I now believe we can endure much more than we think.  And, it could be worse, I could be walking along the same road with one shoe missing and no one to worry about me.

During our time in Nkawkaw, we were hosted by St. Michael's Catholic Church in their Mission House.  Connected to this is a chapel, a large church that often see's 700 people on a Sunday Mass, 2 schools, the hospital, nursing school and residence and finally a Convent.  I am going to post a few photo's of our brothers there.  We certainly did bond and as we received a blessing for safety and further success on our journey; I felt this incredible sense of peace. This peace has stayed with me for the most part but having a soft place to land for a few days has helped considerably.

I must admit, as I catch up, send in school work and try to connect with home, I am indeed grateful to the baby who made this connection happen. Neve, I hope Mrs. Potato Head is fine and that you are having lots of Princessy days!  I love you