The guys and I came back to sleep in the jail last night. I have a room to myself, complete with bars and a metal toilet. This place is so isolating it’s scary, but we all sang praises to our God as if we were the imprisoned Paul and Silas. The acoustics were amazing!
Today we went out toward Saint Helens, KY and worked on a young family’s house. We painted and tarred the roof. A guy named Rob, but we called him Joe Bill, was our man-in-charge. He was hilarious. Come to think of it, everyone here is hilarious.
The day was cold, but soon became warm. I think Bobbie Sue’s hot potato soup had something to do with it.
A hawk or some other kind of bird flew over our heads all morning, and a lovely little dog named Jake flew around our ankles in the afternoon. This is a beautiful land and it seems like the people only know two things: loving God and loving people.
When we were driving into a nearby town here, we saw several strip mined areas and ruined mountain sides. Allen asked, “What do they mine here?” and Alex respond with, “They’re own business.”
Too true, too true.