Yotti Yotti

Have you ever looked at the illustrations in the book Where The Wild Things Are? The setting throughout is typically palm trees meshing in with the forest. The monsters definitely appear...chasing each other... dancing about, some in mid air, some hanging from branches, some peaking out of the bushes. Depends on the page. Well that is what everything looks like to me here. I envision the monsters of course, but the jungle... it looks like that. Even the yellowish tint of the pictures in the book is real life here and the sun is smeared a bit with clouds to make a creamy orangish atmosphere. That is Liberia, that is mah jungle. The people here are constantly burning large areas of land for their farming. They clear it out by burning the heebies out of nature. So most evenings I do not see clear Africa sky... I see haze and smoke... and it makes everything look like it was dipped in a gray filmy miasma then rolled in mouse.
I have sooooooooooooooooooooooo much in my head. If I made my skull all glass and was able to look inside, it would look like a gumball machine! All of the different colored gum balls would be my experiences, and my feeeeelings, and my thoughts... and i would charge more than 25 cents for the purchase of one of them... well not if you were old and toothless... or a new born baby. I would give one to you for free, because you cant chew, you don't have the ability too. You could only just gum it to death.
Pun intended. (?)
I spent from this past thursday morning til just this afternoon in a lovely mountain top village called Malaru. It overlooked the vast African beauty on all sides, wherever I looked I gasped a bit which led to most thinking I had turrets when I first arrived. We slept in this backroom they built in their church!! They used to worship a Devil Bush, and practiced witch craft and followed Satan and sacrificed people. But someone was brave enough to go there and tell them about Jesus!! And now Samaritans Purse has put water filters there and built relationships with the people and it truly is a miracle and I am honored to have gone there and seen it.

I will end soon. Im so tired I cant darn see straight. I will leave you with this. Today was Palm Sunday and the pastor in Malaru asked us gals (6 girls went up on the trip) to teach sunday school... which of course was also known as skit time... which granted, was my favorite part. We acted out Jesus coming into the city, the people crying Hosanna Hosanna!! And used huge actual live palm branches I cut myself, to lay down for him... And we showed the Pharisees with their little angry tightie whities in a knot. Taya was Jesus, Joni was the put-off Pharisee, Bev the Narrator, and Emily and Susie the excited towns women.
Merilee tackled the difficult role of, yes, yes my people... the donkey. In all my glory, with leaves for ears and sticks as a tail, I was privileged enough to escort Jesus into Jerusalem... on my back. And you bet your sweet bippy I did sound affects.

goooooodnight