The kids got up and, with some gentle prodding, went outside to work with Jason. I'm not sure how much "work" was accomplished, but they certainly played hard. This was the filthiest I've seen Jonah and Denys the entire trip.
|A new Georgia 'boggin.|
On the upside we are hearing Denys using some English phrases like, "Millie, stop." "Anna, no." and "Jonah, don't do that." He's calling the kids by their names which is great to hear. (I'm not sure he's addressed either Jason or me with or names during the entire visit.) The down side is that is all the English we are hearing from him. He will repeat after me if I demand it, but is taking no initiative to try on his own. I'm sure he's learning - being stuck slap in the middle of American culture for 3 weeks. (And yes, before you ask, we work on our Ukrainian and repeat phrases after him; it's not a one-way street.) After watching him closely this week it really does seem to be a lack of desire. He still prattles on to us in Ukrainian hoping we figure it out. I'm glad he's comfortable enough to talk. Maybe we all just wish we could better understand each other.
It was a quiet day, but a pleasant one. If you say a prayer for us tonight begin praying for the dentist appointment on Monday and that he won't have significant problems that can't be fixed. Also pray that whatever barrier is keeping him from wanting to speak English with us be broken and we are able to learn something about what's really in this fella's heart.
*And if you're interested in joining some friends and I in a challenge this year we are attempting to memorize the book of Philippians in (generally) 2 verses a week. Email me (RemarkablyWhole@gmail.com) for a pdf of the outline/note cards we'll be using.