|This is not a pose for the camera, the kids were bunched up perfectly!|
The neighbor children, most of whom are Muslim, continue to come over every day (when I’m home) for Bible stories. Using their very best English, they repeat each phrase after I read them. Sometimes when I stop to explain or ask questions, they repeat my explanations and questions too.
(Later.) Today I came home mid-afternoon and three neighbor boys were sitting in my compound waiting for me to read the Bible story. My girls were complaining to their mother that she should hurry and bathe them so they would not miss out on the story. Goodness, I am so blessed.