Ants in my peanut butter!

Yesterday I was so excited! I helped Aunty Marie serve breakfast to 20 Canadians who are here to do some mission work in Bo (they have left Freetown already) and I earned a fresh baked bun for lunch. After eating cliff bars for lunch for days on it I very much looked forward to a peanut butter sandwhich on fresh bread. At lunch I opened the jar of PB and found it full of ants. YUCK! I was so disappointed. I ate my bread without the PB. I was perfectly fine and grateful for the bread!

The thing is that the kids are constantly trying to share their food with me. Whenever I go up to see them at meal time they all look so concerned that I am not eating. I have told the cooks to give my portion to the kids (they make me a plate everyday), but they are so earnest in wanting to make sure that I get something too. I love that they have already learned that there is enough food to go around. Even if the boys are still a bit hungry at the end of the meal (what growing pre-adolesent isn't ALWAYS hungry) they have come to trust that there will be another meal. They don't need to be afraid of going to bed hungry and they don't have to consider whether they should take from someone else in order to survive. I love that they have learned this and I love their kindness towards me.

One of these days I'm going to have to pray really hard and just sit down and share a meal with them, maybe next time I get ants in the peanut butter I will!