SENT TO BLESS
The ten-minute walk from the Banhof had not succeeded in ridding me of this dreadful feeling of fear and confusion. As Don and I got to the library where we have been doing volunteer work for the past couple of months, an oppressive dread of what awaited us was coming over me. The last few nights have been sleepless as we tried to figure out what we could possibly do to resolve the confusion and problems we were running into. We felt stymied in our efforts to function in the way we were supposed to. There had been many prayers bathed in tears as we tried to make sense of our situation, and yet no clear answers seemed to be forthcoming. Confused, discouraged, and feeling so alone, we felt useless. The start of each day brought a sickening feeling that whatever could go wrong would undoubtedly go wrong. We started to consider going home before our term ...