In Which I Encounter a Cow


Yesterday was an interesting day. It started off with a scorpion in our house. It was the first time Karen had seen one, so she wasn’t quite sure what it was. Thankfully, it was just a little one, easily taken care of with a flip-flop. (Later, I learned that a hard-back book works quite well in such situations. Good to know.)

Just before the kids came home from school, Karen and I noticed that our pastor’s cow was no longer tied to its tree. The kids are pretty afraid of the cow, so to move her, they usually throw things at it. That method is not a very effective one. To prevent any issues later in the night, Karen and I decided to move the cow ourselves. I’m not a huge fan of animals, but I figured that since the cow is a big animal, I could handle it. I attempted to sneak around the cow to grab her rope. Although the cow eyed me, she left me alone. I grabbed the rope and began a game of tug-of-war with the cow. Karen helped me by giving the cow nudges every once in a while to encourage her on. By this time, a few of the kids were home. They definitely enjoyed the spectacle that we were making. Wini, in particular, enjoyed my calling the cow Mr. Cow. (Of course, then I realized the cow was actually female. In my defense, she has horns!) Thankfully, Ferdinand came along and was able to pull the cow to her final destination.

The kids arrived home in two different groups. The school bus had broken down, so the school sent them home on buses they hired for the evening. The first group of 18 kids arrived around 5:30. Homework seemed less frantic than normal with so few kids! Then, we waited and waited for the second group to arrive. Finally, they did right before 7:00. Typically, devos start around 7:30. Since we weren’t able to finish homework before devos, Beth, Karen, and I went to the kids’ houses to help them finish homework. It ended up being a late night with us getting back home at 9:00. I’m very thankful that the school bus usually runs well, and that last night’s schedule was an exception.

Mama Nestory, our manager’s wife, rode into town with us this morning. I was encouraged that I was able to understand the main gist of the Swahili conversation. Please pray for me as I continue to persevere on Swahili. I have quite a ways to go!