I was at church seven thirty till four thirty, cooking for the street kids and making beads. And I met Liz, a British lady who is here for a week on a vision trip to see if the Lord might be calling her to Rwanda. She has been working with Iteams for several years in Kenya but knows its time to move on. Please pray that God would give her wisdom and help her to be obedient and attentive to his voice.
After church I went into town with Mama Deborah and a lady called Olive to buy paint for the beads. Every shop seemed to sell the same brand, which offered really dull, drab colours, but eventually we found a shop that mixes colours for you. Everything appeared to be going well until the paint was ready, and I saw the guy had put a blob of paint on every lid so we could see which pot was which. I had to carry the six pots of paint to church on a bike, so my initial thought was that he needed to wipe the paint off straight away, as wet oil paint, speed and bumpy roads are a hazardous combination. But then I saw it. I had chosen that nice green colour, you know the one I like, that's in all the shops at the moment. But the blob of paint on the lid was yellow. Bright yellow. And we can't sell people bright yellow necklaces. It would be wrong. So I told the guy, that's not the colour I asked for, and you need to fix it. He looked at me, looked at the paint, and looked at me again. That's parrot green he said. I told him, that's not parrot green. That's bright yellow. So we got out the colour chart and looked. That's not parrot green he said. So he put the paint back in the machine for another try. Three minutes later we had a pot of fabulous lime green paint. After donning my sunglasses to protect my eyes from the glare, we talked strategy, Lwellen Bowen, not Sun Tzu. We poured some out and spent an hour mixing different paints with our fingers to try and match the colour. At half six, I realised that the store had actually been closed for some time, so I told him I'd go back tomorrow to pick it up. These are the colours I chose:
After church I went into town with Mama Deborah and a lady called Olive to buy paint for the beads. Every shop seemed to sell the same brand, which offered really dull, drab colours, but eventually we found a shop that mixes colours for you. Everything appeared to be going well until the paint was ready, and I saw the guy had put a blob of paint on every lid so we could see which pot was which. I had to carry the six pots of paint to church on a bike, so my initial thought was that he needed to wipe the paint off straight away, as wet oil paint, speed and bumpy roads are a hazardous combination. But then I saw it. I had chosen that nice green colour, you know the one I like, that's in all the shops at the moment. But the blob of paint on the lid was yellow. Bright yellow. And we can't sell people bright yellow necklaces. It would be wrong. So I told the guy, that's not the colour I asked for, and you need to fix it. He looked at me, looked at the paint, and looked at me again. That's parrot green he said. I told him, that's not parrot green. That's bright yellow. So we got out the colour chart and looked. That's not parrot green he said. So he put the paint back in the machine for another try. Three minutes later we had a pot of fabulous lime green paint. After donning my sunglasses to protect my eyes from the glare, we talked strategy, Lwellen Bowen, not Sun Tzu. We poured some out and spent an hour mixing different paints with our fingers to try and match the colour. At half six, I realised that the store had actually been closed for some time, so I told him I'd go back tomorrow to pick it up. These are the colours I chose:
In the evening I went out for a Chinese with Liz, Jen and Serge. It was really nice just to get to know them all better and have some meat! Between us we had chicken, pork, beef and duck, so it was a real treat. But it was very expensive.
Interesting colours
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