There was a huge swarm of grasshoppers- literally thousands or even millions- that flew by the house this afternoon. From a distance they looked like a big black cloud, moving quickly. Everybody, adults and children alike, were out with their sacks, mosquito nets, and anything else attempting to capture them for their dinner. I guess grasshoppers are a delicacy in Madagascar. I don't dare try one... but that definitely made for an exciting afternoon.
I just got back from singing with the guard's family, Marc, and Stacy. Marc and Stacy do this every Saturday night after putting the kids to bed. They have been going through a Malagasy hymn book. I just listened while attempting to follow along by reading the words. I found the pronunciation was very different from the spelling. All I can think is, "how in the world am I supposed to learn another language?" If God calls us to a foreign country, He's going to have to help me learn the language...
Though the guard's family aren't Christians, they always end their time of singing by praying together. Marc and Stacy are faithful in lifting them before the Lord and witnessing to them.
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