So sorry that I missed out on writing everyone the last week. I had the chance to Skype mom and dad, so I kind of declared open rebellion and decided not to write the day after. You know, you can't have too much of a good thing, right?This week, we experienced some wonderful miracles and break-throughs. We were going over to a part-member family's home to teach them. We'd been trying to get the husband to sit in on a lesson with us since I came to Evry. But he just didn't seem interested and would always leave the room when we came over. The night before, the idea came to us to see if their home teacher was available to come with us. He sent us a text letting us know that he could come.
(all of the non-native english speakers make the connection that "op" is closely related to hope and therefore my name must mean hope. I never correct them or tell them any different. Pourquoi? ;)