Yesterday we went with the Sister Missionaries to visit Sister Sharon Mitchell (see the photo below). She has been a member of the Church for nearly 19 years. She is the only member in her family. She is a very faithful Sister. She comes to church almost every Sunday, attends Relief Society Home Making every month and loves visits from the missionaries. To get to church she has to hike down the nearly 1/4 mile trail to the road where she can catch a bus. The bus ride will cost about $5.00 E.C. which is about $1.90 U.S. That doesn't seem like much but to her it is. She has basically nothing as far as worldly things, yet she always has a smile on her face and seems perfectly happy.
The back door to Sister Mitchell's house is shown below. The door is just a piece of plywood cut to fit the opening. As you can see, she hangs her washing under the eaves of the house to dry.
The photo below is Sister Mitchell's house. It is on stilts in the front with the back just touching the ground. The house has one small bedroom, a tiny kitchen and a small living room. There were only three chairs so the Sister Missionaries who went with us sat on the bare wood floor. We saw no table anywhere. There are no screens to keep out the bugs and no laundry facilities. All of her washing is done by hand.
Beginning our trek down the trail, the rain has increased and everyone is getting soaked. The trail is steep, slippery and muddy, with rocks or concrete blocks placed every so often as stepping stones; but when they are wet, they don't help much. Sister Bush is being very careful, hoping not to fall down.
Oops, not careful enough. Shortly after falling down in the mud on her backside, (nothing broken, nothing hurt) Sister Bush looks back up the trail to make sure the Sister Missionaries are making it down OK.
Sister Bush, soaking wet, bare footed with shoes in hand, has almost made her way to more even ground, but there is still a long way to go before we get to our truck.
This is one of thos experiences where we are forced to take stock of what is important in life; things or happiness and joy. The combined effect of our time with members and those who are being taught so far is life changing. We have met only one native member who you could say lives well above the norm for a Grenadian.
The back door to Sister Mitchell's house is shown below. The door is just a piece of plywood cut to fit the opening. As you can see, she hangs her washing under the eaves of the house to dry.
The photo below is Sister Mitchell's house. It is on stilts in the front with the back just touching the ground. The house has one small bedroom, a tiny kitchen and a small living room. There were only three chairs so the Sister Missionaries who went with us sat on the bare wood floor. We saw no table anywhere. There are no screens to keep out the bugs and no laundry facilities. All of her washing is done by hand.
Beginning our trek down the trail, the rain has increased and everyone is getting soaked. The trail is steep, slippery and muddy, with rocks or concrete blocks placed every so often as stepping stones; but when they are wet, they don't help much. Sister Bush is being very careful, hoping not to fall down.
Oops, not careful enough. Shortly after falling down in the mud on her backside, (nothing broken, nothing hurt) Sister Bush looks back up the trail to make sure the Sister Missionaries are making it down OK.
Sister Bush, soaking wet, bare footed with shoes in hand, has almost made her way to more even ground, but there is still a long way to go before we get to our truck.
This is one of thos experiences where we are forced to take stock of what is important in life; things or happiness and joy. The combined effect of our time with members and those who are being taught so far is life changing. We have met only one native member who you could say lives well above the norm for a Grenadian.
3 comments:
Wow...humbling
Thank you for sharing...
Thank you for sharing her story. It puts things into perspective and make us even more proud of the work you are doing.
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