On the mission field, it is easy to become downhearted anddiscouraged. The purpose of this blogpost is to bring a smile to your face. Sometimes things happen that are not so funny at the time that they aretaking place; but when you look back on them, you can laugh. Each Saturday, I will share a light-heartedstory or two. If you have any storiesthat you would like to share, please e-mail them to me at loconsford@gmail.com. Just include your name and where you areserving.
With three children, we are provided with plenty ofentertainment. Gilbert is seven; Dannyis six, and Bonnie is four. I am notsure where they come up with some of their ideas. For over ten years now, we have been sendingout a daily e-mail to keep our family informed. That expanded into a blog. Somedays, it is just every day, ho-hum stuff. But every now and then, there are some hilarious stories! If you would like to follow along, you can goto www.consfords.com.
Recently, my husband started doing a weekly podcast. (Joe's Podcast) He answers questions that people might haveabout life in Africa, life as a missionary, etc. He has also been listening to somemotivational type podcasts. Bonnie, ourfour-year-old daughter, has heard Daddy talking about podcasts. The other night after church she said, “Ohman, Mom! I left my phone at home. Now,I can’t do my podcast.” She wasreferring to a little plastic toy that is not even really a phone. Then, on the way home, she started laughingout loud. We asked her what wasfunny. She said, “Oh, I’m just laughingat something on my podcast.” She hasquite the imagination! She can often befound “teaching” the refrigerator magnets; they are her students, and they eachhave been given a name.
We are currently missionaries in Ghana, West Africa. We were originally in Ivory Coast, WestAfrica. After being evacuated from IvoryCoast three times due to civil war, we relocated to Ghana. Back in 2003, we went to language school fora year in France. French is the officiallanguage in Ivory Coast. While inlanguage school, we attended the church of another missionary who lived aboutan hour away from the language school. After we had been in language school for a couple months, the othermissionary had to return to the States for a few weeks. He asked my husband, Joe, to coach hisbasketball team for him while he was gone. Joe went to practice with him once before he left to meet the boys. The boys on the team ranged in age from tento twelve. When it came time for Joe’s first practice,he soon realized that he did not know any basketball terms in French –“Dribble, shoot, etc.” So, he dribbledthe ball and asked the boys how to say that. They told him a word. Then, heshot the ball and asked them how to say shoot. They told him another word. Hecame home pretty encouraged; he had really enjoyed himself. When it came time for the first game, he raninto a problem. During the game, he wasyelling, “Dribble,” “Shoot,” etc.; at least, he thought that was what he wassaying. One of the parents came to himafter the game and said, “Why are you cussing at our boys?” Joe was shocked, and the whole team looked alittle sheepish. The parent caught onvery quickly to what had taken place. Those boys were in big trouble! The moral of the story is: Do not take language tips from a child!
Until next week, keep your sunny side up!
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