I actually read through this entry before typing it. With prior entries, I would type as I go while simultaneously trying to remember the events I - for the most part - inadequately describe. I must preface this entry by saying that it appears I wasn't in the best of moods when writing. For those that know me, they certainly wish they didn't know the part of me that gets extremely grumpy and irritable. It's a spiritual attack that I've been bludgeoned with for as long as I can remember. It appears here in this journal entry that I'm a little frustrated with my group. I do not recall ever feeling this way. I only recall enjoying my time with them. While conversations we've had and places we've visited in Ghana may be on the wrong side of my memory, I do remember and will always remember our Ghana group. My apologies to Amy, Lori, Chris and Jon, but I do know while in the midst of this trip, burdens lay heavy on my heart.
July 23, 1994
We drove to some mountain today. It was a very long drive and a very bumpy one. The scenery was gorgeous. The mountain had a cross on the top that we climbed to. But, wait. Before I go any further, the one thing that really pisses me off is when people just assume that since I always joke around, everything I say is supposed to be funny. I mean, I can't say anything without people thinking I'm trying to be funny. Then they give me those stupid looks and remarks. I guess I just have to be around people with a sense of humor then I'm funny and fine.
Amy is great. She reminds of Sheila because we could probably play off each other really well.
They just left to go down to the church. People are singing beautifully. Why didn't I go? I hate that question why!
We were supposed to be back from hiking at 1:00 or 1:30 to go to the market with Mable at 2:00. We got back two hours late because Frank visited his family at the place he grew up. We visited a school and Mable's mother and got back and took our daily shower. I actually could stand underneath this time.
Jon always seems in his own little world. He's brainy, not my personality.
I'm not sure if Chris likes me or not. I only like her as a friend. She's great, but I think I'm not feeling completely comfortable with these people. I think I'm just over doing it a little. Of course the crap they give me for thinking I'm trying to be funny doesn't help. I love you, guys :)
The people are so kind here. They all wave and everything. The kids love it. Last night, we only had a little bit of devotions. Amy wasn't really up to it. We were all tired. We all slept at Amy's. We kept talking after we turned off the lights about how it's not right or something giving our old stuff to these people. We just had a lot of questions going through our minds that really needed to be answered.
Chris said something that made me get up and write something in my journal (the poem on the previous page - refer to Part 8). We ended up just talking for a long time.
Verses that we read that night. I remember feeling the Holy Spirit.