Wednesday June 23rd, 1965
Kenny was sick today, and didn’t go to school so I stayed home with him. I read the “Newsweek” and the Baptist Standards while I was taking care of him. We had roast for lunch, but Kenny didn’t eat anything all day. Today at lunch I made some slaw, and pulled the outer leaves off the cabbage. Later I saw that George had chopped them up and was cooking them, and I presumed he ate them. I felt terrible to think he would want something that I had thrown away. We went to Swahili class and when we came home George was reading a Bible story to the children.
I must have been sick today not because I stayed home from school-I missed a meal!
I would never classify my Mom as a wasteful person. But God taught her a lesson that day and me a lesson many years later. When you live in a land where people do not waste hardly anything you gain a new appreciation for the material things God has given you.
Looks like the learning went both ways because George recognized that the Bible was worth reading. You are a witness today whether you want to be or not. The real question becomes, “What kind of witness am I?”