= Sunday, I was asked to lead the discussion of this week's scriptures. Before it was done, it was apparent that between two individuals there was a conflict that went beyond the lesson material. After class, Steph took them aside and got them each to state what was really bothering them, and they opened up. I don’t know anyone else that could have brought the two men back together as she did.
= After the usual Monday meeting, I worked with Elder Dimmick to move leases forward while Steph had two medical meetings and picked up medication. All missions are receiving an increased number of missionaries, the most active missions receiving more, proportionately. We will soon have as many missionaries in the Cape Coast mission as we did before we split to create the Takoradi mission in July, and we need more housing near where members meet so missionaries can do more work and less travel and the people they teach will have members nearby to meet with.
= I got to talk with the Morgans' daughter, who served a mission in the Czech portion of what was Czechoslovakia and was visiting this week from the States. She works in a hospital and will use the MBA she's working on in a hospital setting. President Morgan was a mobile hospital administrator in the military. In civilian life after the military, he worked in a hospital and created a firm that arranges for health care. The Morgans stepped away from all that, long before they had any idea what they would do next, because they felt there was something God wanted them to do; they had no idea what.
= Tuesday, Steph was not feeling good. I went by myself to the office at 1100. Elder Dimmick did invoices, with me in the background. When he went to lunch, I got the check-printing template to be table-based: less-error-prone during entry than the floating text boxes we inherited had been. After lunch, I supervised Sister Dimmick's driving so I could provide advice and attest to her driving ability (part of my responsibility). Home, per an evening request of President Morgan, I analyzed an announcement from the electricity company of Ghana
= Wednesday, Steph was home, as we agreed last night. I rode shotgun, reading out loud to Elder Dimmick the instructions I had written for the things that happen before we begin funding subsistence. (Reminder: missionaries and their families pay the average cost of a mission worldwide; we then fund missionaries with the actual subsistence needed here.) Elder Dimmick handled the funding process by himself after the first dozen missionaries.
= Thursday, Steph stayed home to heal. Seeing there were no fires to put out, I ran a couple of errands. At the office, I ate pizza for Thanksgiving lunch with the Office Elders and the Dimmicks. Elder Dimmick and I worked leases and then dug through a cargo container, chasing records for an routine audit of transactions, some from a decade ago.
= Friday when I touched a dripping pipe under the kitchen sink, the connection broke, and I cut off the water at an under-sink spigot. The last time someone worked on the kitchen plumbing, we had only hot water unless we turned off the kitchen water heater. By 3 today, a vendor had replaced the pipe and the faucet and we had cold and hot water. The faucet threads didn't fit the kitchen water filter, but I set a battery-powered pump on a jug of drinking water and placed it next to the sink; we're covered. For date night, I bought KFC and we watched Netflix until past 0300; we relaxed.
= Saturday, we caught up with the Morgans and Dimmicks at KO-SA resort. I rested on a wooden lounge chair: nice. A boy climbed trees within sight of us and twisted off coconuts; a man used his cutlass so the Morgans could drink, and then chopped the coconuts again so they could break them open and eat. President Morgan gave me a larger piece with good “meat”; very nice.
= We moved to the pavilion for a relaxed meal together of nice food, then headed home. We barely made it to the paved road when night fell. So we (and the Dimmicks as the Morgans’ passengers) got the full night-driving experience: vehicles with no lights; pedestrians in the street; sometimes uncertainty where your edge of the road is; and the desire not to hit a deep pothole at much over a crawl. Moving through Pedu Junction, we saw fireworks! We don’t know what the occasion was, but it was a nice welcome. Home by 7. I worked until past 11 on the Twi primer, then crafted a testimony in Twi for tomorrow.
Makings of an interesting dish
[Revelation 22:16 - I Jesus have sent mine angel to testify unto you these things in the churches. I am the root and the offspring of David, and the bright and morning star.]
Tros are how people move between towns.
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