Not Enough Time

Here I am with only one week left! I can not believe it and I think that is because I do not WANT to believe it. To be completely honest last week I was ready to go home and rest (because this has been anything but a vacation) but right now I’m not so sure.
I have often wondered what it is about Ghana that I love so much and what makes me feel so at home here. I have seen mini missionaries come through that do not like Ghana. They do not like the food or the "abrasiveness" of the people here. If they do not like it, what makes me? Then I got an email from my sister the other day that made it all make sense. She told me that God planted Ghana in my heart long before I ever knew where Africa was. That really helped me understand my own heart. It is not me alone that loves Ghana but rather it is the heart that God gave me for Ghana and that is why I am here.
I know that I am here for such a time as this and I knew coming in that this chapter would end and I would eventually go home. Then I got busy living in my dream utopia and forgot about the going home part and now here it is.
I am filling out report cards for my little ones and it is so cute! As I am filling them out I keep going back and thinking about all the funny things that they have done and what amazing children they truly are. I giggle when I get to the section of the progress report for gross motor skills. I am suppose to comment on things such as can the child "balance on one foot," "hop on preferred foot," or "kick a stationary ball." One of the biggest reasons that I giggle is that I get to think about all the times they have tried to hop on one foot and fallen over into the grass or have run up to a ball to kick it and they miss. But then I also get to remember the first time they kicked a ball or caught a ball that was thrown to them and the joy that shined throughout them. I will always know that I was there for that moment. I will leave and they in time might forget me but I pray they will never forget how proud their madam was of them when they hopped on their preferred foot or wrote their first letter. I know I have turned into a sap but if you were here you would do the same thing!
Today Agbeko was sick so we could not have our one on one time. Instead I ventured out to play football with the big kids. I had not played football since I was probably in the fifth grade so I have forgotten everything except that you kick the ball and try to get it into the goal. Well, these kids play football every free minute of their lives so they know just a bit more than me. They were doing tricks all over the field and here I was the old maid trying to keep up with them. Do not get me wrong I am pretty much a pro when it comes to playing with my four year olds. I beat Joshua every time poor kid. Even with my struggles I did manage a few assist and a very impressive head bud.
I guess that is it for this addition of Sarah (Smore) in Ghana. Tune in next time when I will be leaving Ghana. You should all be thanking God that you will not have to witness that!
Returning to a village near you!
Sarah
Prayer Request:
-Mothers. I know I have not written that lately but it is a huge need.
-The energy crisis. The whole country of Ghana needs rain and fast! The rainy season was suppose to start in April and it never came.
-For the children that are still sick. We had 23 out of school on Monday with malaria and an upper respiratory infection.
-For me as I leave. Its not going to be easy.