Today was a good day. After a really difficult and challenging day yesterday some of us had a very long night. The girls trailer came under attack ... some of our more devious guys (Josh, Bub, Mark, and Jeff) crashed through the window of the girls trailer with super soakers and trashed the girls. This morning I (Amber) went to breakfast in war paint to let it be known that we were indeed on the warpath.
After breakfast several of us gathered at the cross to pray for the situation we experienced yesterday with the children. Yesterday was a challenging day to say the least. I'm pretty sure that it will go down as our worst day here to date. In the end we sat the kids down and laid down some firm boundaries and then took them home a good 2 hours earlier than planned.
Today was entirely different. The kids who had given us grief yesterday were very well behaved today. We have lots of cool stories to tell but maybe one of the most rewarding was when I was walking across the playground and saw Ericka crying. I asked her what was wrong and she responded like any good female would - that she was just so happy. One of the little boys in her class had just asked her to pray with him and tell him more about Jesus and about how much Jesus loved him. Fred had done a lesson about the overflowing love of Jesus using Mentos and Diet Coke as an object lesson and the little boy wanted to know more.
There is really just too much to tell. We are all exhausted and suffering from the extreme heat. Please keep us in your prayers.
