It rained a lot in Liberia when I was there. Of course it was rainy season and so it was to be expected, but unlike here in the Northwest, where it constantly drizzles with the occasional down pour, in Liberia it really pours. It will be sunny and very hot one minute and in the next, grey clouds are rolling in and everyone runs for cover. The clothes wouldn’t even be gathered from where they had been hung to dry.
Many of the kids ran to our porch so that they would be “stuck” with us, but others were caught under the eaves of buildings and most in their own dorms.
As it rains, the soft red dirt is carved into little riverbeds that flow through the whole compound. For whatever reason I couldn’t seem to get any Liberians to come walk in the rain. They looked at me like I was crazy. After all, who would get wet and dirty their clothes and risk getting weird worms through their feet just to enjoy the rain?
I guess…me.
LOVE this pic! What a trooper.
Hi Ellen. I know you don’t know me, but I am curious if you met my boys while you were in Liberia. We are in the process of adopting Samuel, Jeremiah and Joel Gray. I have a blog as well. It has seemed like a forever process. It seems like we are in a dark cave most of the time now. I hope to hear from you. Your blog is great! Blessings, Sonya russellandsonya@charter.net
Hi Ellen! I just ran across your blog, and now that it’s 2am I’ve read the whole thing! It’s amazing to see someone so young giving their time to reach the children of Liberia with God’s unconditional love! God has started something in your heart, and I pray that you continue to follow after His heart!
God bless,
Ashley