Saturday, November 3, 2012

Day One Hundred and Sixteen

It was Sunday morning.  I walked along the road until a motorcycle taxi driver saw me, then rode to church.  

My friends were there, the Crowleys.  Taylor had sprained his wrist and it was wrapped up in a band.  Jenna saw the sores on my feet and asked if they were bug bites, but they were from walking in shoes I wasn't used to.

They gave me change to pay the motorcycle taxi driver.  Then we tried to figure out how to turn down the volume on her phone's ringer.

The sermon escaped me, but I heard the preacher saying that the people are desperate and overwhelmed.  Mrs. Crowley stayed praying with the group of ladies after church.

The Crowleys took me home in their car with them for lunch.  I talked with them and listened to them, but I think they mostly heard me.

From their porch, I looked and saw the blue sky all around, and white clouds moving in it.

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