What an eventful couple of days it has been! On Sunday morning we left for Antique. It is on the other side of the island. We traveled through mountains and hills and after about 2-3 hours finally arrived in our location.



I started playing soccer with the boys and I danced with the girls during our free times. I have noticed that I feel that I do the most ministering through those times, just being with the kids and having fun with them. Through these experiences I saw that I was getting more emotionally attached to these beautiful Filipino children.
We had an amazing two days of ministering. We would play volleyball after camp and even got a chance to go to the beach! It ended up raining a lot when we were there, but we wouldn't let a little rain stop us (especially us Americans)!
So Wednesday morning, I was playing volleyball with the kids. One of the kids tried to go behind/under me to get a ball as I stepped back, the result=CRACK! I heard something crack and I was completely out. My ankle gave way and I couldn't walk or anything. So for the rest of the camp I just observed which is so hard for me because I am so active in leading the assemblies and doing the skits. But the kids were so caring and comforting which I have noticed is very cultural here. Filipinos in general are the most caring people I have ever met.
There were some other complications getting back to Iloilo, but when I got back Miss Jude (thank God for retired nurses) checked out my ankle. It seems to just be badly sprained. So please just keep me in your prayers for healing in my ankle. It has proven to be very difficult not to be able to walk really while doing camp.
























