Its ya bois, Bullett, Maddux, and Chris coming at ya live from The Mole St. Nicholas. Shout out to Kelly who just bought Maddux and I a DRANK.
So here’s the thing. Last night was the best night of my (maddux and bullett and chris) life. Chris and Brad’s fan croaked, leaving them hot yes hot! So after minutes of deliberation and prayer, as well as fasting, we decided to have a sleepover in Brady, Bullett, and Maddux’ tent. Let me tell you, five is so much better than three. Boy I tell you what, there is so much brotherly love in the Mole.
6:30 am: It rained. Maddux woke up.
6:42: I awoke(Chris) and touched Bullett’s knee.
7:45.: Bullett awoke.
We ate oatmeal. It was oatey. Bullett never had oatmeal before. He was not pleased with the offering. Chris and Maddux wept.
After our morning meal (breakfast), we all went our separate ways to be the hands and feet of our lord and savior Jezi Christe.
Bullett- After our morning meal, I led our construction team fearlessly into battle against the rocks. Who was on my team you may ask? Well, it was Khalil, (shout out to Tyann) Brad, Cole, Kelly, Beccah, Ashley Kate and myself (who was the leader). Anyways we leveled some boulders that were being used as a foundation for (Jodi please put what this building will be even though we just asked Boss Kelli). Then we moved millions of pieces of sand from one pile to another to be used for concrete mix. After that we hauled it at least 7 miles (or 200 yards) to help put in some fence posts, it was hard work but we enjoyed every second of it. We ate lunch and got fueled up for the rest of our day.
Chris- After partaking of grains and sugars in the early hours, I was in charge of the all-important task of peeling labels off of medicine bottles to be reused in the pharmacy. In a flash of brilliance that I suspect was similar to Einstein’s discovery of E=MC^2, I realized if I soaked the bottles in water, the labels would be easier to remove. I made the fearful journey into the kitchens to ask the very nice women there for a bowl. They did not understand my words. I did not understand them. I took a bowl anyways. The water did not help with the labels but it washed my tears away as I scraped labels for hours. Pray for me.
Maddux- After stuffing beige-coloured mush into my mouth for half an hour, I said to my stomach: “Time to digest!” Little did my stomach know that it was also time for me to start my day at the clinic. Good thing I learned over the years how to digest and ball out at the same time! Honestly though the clinic was so great to be a part of. Getting to help tangibly meet a real need while showing Christ’s love is what I love to do, so I just absolutely loved it. Very thankful.
Unbeknownst to our wee minds, we had a whole second half of the day to experience as well! How exciting!
For the afternoon the whole group had the opportunity to be united under our leadership as we sallied forth on our noble steed (taptap(big truck)) to the village of Savane Mole for our conference. Water drops wetting our facial hair(s), we joined the village at the church. Soooooooo many people showed up despite the rain, which was refreshing and encouraging. We began with a VBS for everyone, which we delegated to Shannon and her underlings (Tatum, Kelly, Alyssa, Caroline, Kristen). They taught excellently, and the people really appreciated the lesson and bracelets.
Then we went outside for a hot potato-dance party fusion. The old ladies of Savane Mole really know how to break it down. After the merrymaking we split the olders and youngers. The youngers played games and cuddled in the puddles. The olders hung out in the church with us. We delegated speaking roles to Amelia, who talked about us being God’s unique creations. Hayden and Abby spoke after her and seriously killed it. Literally they did so good. The beautiful villagers received the messages very well and we are excited to return tomorrow. Their pastor, Samyel, was really thankful we visited them and even gave us a big ole bag of peanuts as thanks. Our people rejoiced. Especially Al.
On the way back, dat boi Brady was careless as could be and threw his hat to the wind, reflecting his cares. We had to halt the procession of our steed so Randy could embrace his foolishness and retrieve his hat from the mud. He didn’t make it back… until five minutes later. What a rush.
10:35 pm: It is still raining. My hand(Chris) rests upon Bullett’s knee. The night is almost done.
10:36: Revising this draft.
10:37: Busting a phat chill.
Shoutout to our loves. ❤
PS: Everyone is healthy!