I love dancing in church. The singing here is incredible, and I can't but help getting into it. I feel like David - dancing and praising with all his might. Yesterday a woman came into my office and said, "I saw you dancing on the weekend. You're really good! I didn't think that white people could dance, but you sure can!" Miracle number 1: My bad dancing is interpreted as talent in Zimbabwe. Hallelujah!
Yesterday we met with some people to plan a training session. One of the gentlemen had been to Canada. "We were in Penticton. Do you know it?" It's a small place in B.C. It's also where my brother Joel was born. Miracle number 2: Hooking up with someone in Zimbabwe who has been to Penticton. God is good.
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