We sat in a "traffic jam" on our way to the PCYM this morning, with trucks and taxi-buses lined up on one side of the road, while the oncoming traffic continued to swerve from one side of the road to the other in their efforts to avoid the potholes that can be as much as six inches deep. As we're having rain and thunder storms every afternoon, these monster potholes are also filled with water in the mornings. And amidst the motor vehicles, there are always people pushing or pulling carts of firewood, rice or other goods. Madagascar is noticeably poorer since I was here six years ago, and it's especially noticeable in the condition of the roads. Even so, people still smile and give you a friendly wave as you drive by in the Land Rover.
We arrived at the YWAM centre just in time for the start of class, and I spent the rest of the day teaching about different aspects of programme development: how to set goals and create effective programmes that will be tailor made for your particular group of children or teens. We also looked at how all of our different programmes and activities can fit in some way into the overarching goal that Jesus gave us: to go into all the world and "make disciples."
I'm relieved that the teaching is going so well, because the truth is that I really don't feel well yet. I'm not coughing so much that it disrupts the teaching, but my throat and my chest still hurt in a bronchitisy sort of way, and I feel quite weak on the whole. I'm continuing all kind of "remedies" - like picking eucalyptus leaves from the trees to inhale with, and continuing my regime of hot lemon and honey drinks. So far, I seem to be holding my own, but I'm not really seeing any improvement yet. Thanks for continuing to pray that I'll become totally well again.
