Note: This was supposed to be written the end of August, but the nature of life has delayed it till now.
"If it's your will for us to keep investing in this school, please send some students by the end of the week," dad prayed. "That's not possible," I thought. "We've been trying for so long. We've put a lot into it these last few days. There's been no response. Maybe God hasn't sent them because there's still too many things that need to be worked out. Whatever the case, maybe He'll send some next week. But not by the end of this week."
Oh me of little faith. The next day I prepared to work in my garden (though a little garden only takes a little time), not for school. But nearly as soon as my head popped off the pillow in the morning, the phone began ringing off the hook (wait, cell phones don't have hooks) with people calling about the school. And by that evening we had two children enrolled.
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Playing with the kids
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I'm still in awe just writing about it. Our God is good. Unfortunately, about two months later they went to stay with another relative and haven't been able to come to school. But let's continue to pray for them, and for the others God will send in the future.
