| The Fishing's Better Here..... An encouraging experience and poem from one of our zealous young sisters in Ecuador |
| COMMENTS FROM A YOUNG SISTER IN ECUADOR: This was written after my daughter had taken a 12 hour walk in the jungle of Ecuador as a need-greater. She was on her way to a meeting and a Bible study with a family of ten. During the walk she got seventeen blisters on her feet and lost one toenail. THE WORK IN ECUADOR IS SO EXCITING THOUGH THAT SHE DEEMS A LITTLE INCONVENIENCE WORTH THE SACRIFICE. SHE WRITES: THE "FISHING'S" BETTER HERE I was writing home to Daddy In the jungles sun today Explaining my adventures And what's happening my way But then my mind began to drift To the happenings last week Nueve De Vincentina trials And the seventeen blisters on my feet I thought of the ugly spiders Aranias, sweat and rain And the wash room in the weeds With prickers, what a pain! I looked at my nine toenails And red polka dotted legs I just know my dad's gonna wonder What I'm doing in this place So I chose to write a new letter On a more upbuilding beat Forgetting inconveniences And problems - like my feet I want him to know I'm happy Though it's not all fun and games And the people are so sheeplike After all, that's why I came I'll tell him about the sunrise The butterflies, and the trees The black smiling eyes of children And how much we love the breeze The different kinds of animals And variety of fruit too The nights we've spent in songs And woken to mornings dew Then I thought about us fishing Just Dad and Me in the boat But I thought of a better fishing work So I grabbed my pen and wrote "Daddy I know you'd enjoy it Just as much as I do here Because I got this love from you For the "FISHING'S" better here!" |