It's Raining, It's Pouring...

For the past few days in Columbia, we’ve heard a one-word forecast: “Rainy!” At Granny’s House, another word describes our front yard: “Flooded!” And in winter, we often call our yard the “Ice Rink.”

Everytime rain hits Columbia, our front yard turns into a lake, making it almost impossible to walk from one of our apartments to the next. Although we’ve gotten creative this week (jumping from stone-to-stone, and hopping across benches) it’s almost impossible to keep your feet dry!

Another obstacle occurs when a program is going on in the 302 Trinity apartment; the only children allowed inside after the evening meal are those participating in the program for the day. The other kids have to (a.) play outside with volunteers or (b.) head home for the day. Obviously option (a). isn’t possible with a flooded front yard! Please join us in prayer as we ask God to provide us with a new Granny’s House--one where we can all come in out of the rain.