Thursday, August 9, 2012

8/9/2012

   The day started with Scott jogging and talking to William, whose wife has been very ill for three or four days with a sore throat, etc.  We wondered if it would be appropriate to ask if she would want a blessing.  Scott decided it would and went back down to talk to William.  He was to call his wife and see if she would like to have a blessing.  When we left for music class about 2:30 he still hadn't talked to her but meantime Scott had found the missionaries who were assigned in that area to see if they could come help him give her a blessing and introduce themselves to William, Oglivia and William's sister.  How many times do these kinds of things actually work out?  Maybe one out of twenty!
So William called and had talked to his wife who wanted a blessing. 
   We had our music class with the returned missionary crew - what a delight they are!  I think Katty and Jose have something going on between them.  He has been working with her with her leading because she is behind.  So here I am playing the keyboard while they are standing in front of me leading the song.  She kept getting mixed up, and even when she didn't Jose had ahold of her arm showing her how to lead.  They are pretty cute!  Alwin is the play by ear student and he is amazing.  He is going through the book so quickly that he is leaving the other Jose way behind.  All three of the students are learning at different levels so Jose Rodriguez has been a great help.  He told us today that he sings in two different choirs.  These young people have so much to offer and will be such a great help to the church in this area.
    Today was Sister Ford's last day in our Spanish class.  Hammons had made a certificate for her that was very nice.  It is sad to see her go but I am sure they are anxious to get home. After two Spanish classes we came home to see if William was ready to go home.  The missionaries were to meet us by the bridge  It is always a surprise when something turns out the way you had  planned!  After a hair-raising experience driving to their area we found the missionaries standing along the road.  It has been a while since we have driven in weeknight traffic here.  There were young men on bicycles with no lights, dark skinned people crossing the busy streets in dark clothing, the usual peddlers with their wagons and bikes with no lights; and finally the CRAZY Dominican drivers who pull within inches of your car.  I thought I would eventually become accustomed to the driving but it isn't happening!
  It wasn't quite as bizarre getting to William's house this time.  There were more lights to help you see where you were going which was both good and bad.  The path is treacherous but there were many cute little girls holding dolls and playing.  I wanted to wear pants but Scott didn't think that was a good idea.  That's because he has never tried to get to William's house in a skirt!!  After seeing the dead dog in one doorway it was a relief to start up William's rickety stairs.  Last time we were there they had no lights on.  This time they had lights on and a TV running.  Two neighbor ladies were there visiting.  Hugging Ogilvia it was evident that she was very fevered but she was gracious and smiling.  The missionaries explained what they would be doing and gave her a blessing.  She is so tiny - with a very big spirit!  They are such genuinely nice people.  The other two women there looked a bit wary.  William walked us out to make sure we were safe - bless him....There were a couple of younger men standing by the car who looked like they could have easily caused us some trouble but they didn't.  We took the missionaries to a church nearby.  It must be the one Wilton and William talk about being close to their homes - it's a good three or four miles.  They are so used to walking long distances that this would just be a short walk for them. 
  We are home and grateful to safe!  We are also very grateful for the opportunites to serve we are given here.  It is amazing how aware of  each of His children God is.

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