Somewhere along the Accra-Kumasi highway. The Cape Coast-Accra road. The George W. Bush motorway. The Adesio road. The Kwame Nkrumah Circle. The Kwabenya stop-n-go street. The Mallam Junction. The Asamankese road-of-pitfalls. And inside the walls of house #5 opposite the Pokuase Magistrate Court.
We've grown taller and wiser. Sweated more and sang louder. Cleaned our ears and ignored our filthy feet. Ate more cucumbers and less cheese. Ran from fire ants and yet ate a few black ants for lunch in our noodles. Kick footballs harder and walked slower. Hollered "Hallo!" to every neighbor passed and softly end every phone conversation with "Okay, ByeBye." Bought yam and pepper for breakfast on the way to church and liked it better than an egg casserole. Are okay with Pas. Jon giving a 'something small' sermon and Mrs. Maame Sauder giving the closing prayer.
And somewhere along those paths- and often the within our own walls- our love and forbearance and fortitude were multiplied.
God does that. We were willing and not able.
He is altogether able. Through Him we are closer, stronger and sweeter as a family.
These pictures are not a vanity. They are reminders to us that though young feet keep growing, spirits young and old need renewed & surrendered to keep growing.
That's a journey worth taking, pitfalls and all.
|Happy 1st Birthday, Leila!|
|Sweet Steph has served and loved and grown with us these last few months. Thankful for her!|
|You're the only mosquito in my net. ;)|
|Fireworks all around!|