It’s very hard to pick a favorite day here. Every day has
been packed with precious moments we will treasure for the rest of our lives. I
can confidently say, though, that today was definitely in my top two! Today was fabric & beach day – need
I say more?!? After enjoying yet
another mouth-watering breakfast of French toast and fresh, juicy mango with
pineapple, we were ready to drive to town and pick out the fabric for our
dresses. Joe Fox, our very own tailor and designer, took time out of his busy
schedule and came with us to offer his expertise. He and our driver, Wisdom,
had to deal with 12 giddy, chatty, and excited girls all the way to Accra! Each
drive around town is filled with emotion: we laugh, we’re scared, we’re
concerned for what we see, then we’re just plain confused and we love it all
because we get another quick glimpse into the culture of these beautiful
people.
Choosing fabric for our own dress is an experience none of
us have ever had. Creative juices were flowing and many of us were torn between
colors and patterns – all of which were stunning! It took a couple hours, but
all of us left Accra completely satisfied with our selections.
For lunch, the cooks surprised us with another marvelous
meal – Irish stew! Getting ready for the beach took no time at all and soon we
were on our way. The moment we stepped onto the sand, enthusiastic merchants flocked
to us, offering the best of what they had, including bracelets, souvenirs,
manicures, horse rides… We politely said no, lingered on the beach long enough
to take just a few quick snaps and rushed into the ocean, eager to jump into
the big crashing waves.
I planned for a day of fun and games, but I am so glad that
God’s plans are not our plans and what He has in mind is always so much better!
I got the fun, the games, the shells, and so much more - I got a glimpse of
God’s heart.
As a group of us were strolling along the beach picking
shells and rocks, I noticed a teenage boy had joined our group. He had a huge
smile on his face, was charismatic and eager to meet and talk to us. I
introduced myself and as we began talking, I realized this cheerful boy had an
extremely difficult life. I found out that John lives on the beach and has no
family of his own. His mom died when he was twelve and since his mom and dad
were separated, he was not able to find his father after her death. He moved
from Nigeria to Ghana and has been living on his own since then. He told me he
knew Jesus and attended a church when he lived in Nigeria. He hasn’t attended
church since he’s been in Ghana. I offered him the only thing I had to offer:
prayer. He accepted and Abby and I beseeched God on his behalf. After the
prayer, I talked to him about Jesus’ love for him and reminded him that Jesus
will never leave him. I felt the loneliness this boy felt as well as the
tremendous love Jesus had for him. God was reaching out to this young man,
wanting to pull him closer to Himself. That moment on the beach was the
definition of a divine encounter. All throughout the Bible God uses unusual
circumstances to reach individuals, so why wouldn’t He use a few white girls
thousands of miles away from home on a Ghanaian beach collecting rocks?!?!
There is no limit to His love, to His creativity, and to His abounding grace. While
I had waves and sand castles on my mind, God had John on His.
Lina Potafiy