On the day after Christmas, I got to bring a Swahili Bible to someone who never had one before in her life! Here is what I wrote from that day:

I woke up this morning to a winter wonderland. It doesn’t snow that often in Georgia but it did today. Me and my dad went to Fatima’s house. Fatima is not her real name. She didn’t want anyone to know she was getting a Bible and she didn’t want us to take her picture. But she was really glad to get her own Swahili Bible!

She has eight kids and they moved a couple days ago out of their apartment and into their house, so she had suitcases and boxes everywhere. There were lights and flowers on the walls and some pictures were hung up really high near the ceiling. But there wasn’t much furniture – only a couple couches.

After we gave her the Bible, she was really happy. We prayed for her and then she asked us to eat some food but they didn’t have any chairs or tables so we sat on the floor. She gave us fufu and daga. Fufu is like soft cornmeal and daga is small, dried fish that she got from Tanzania. We only ate with our hands. I rolled the fufu in one hand until it was a ball. Then I scooped up some daga with it and I ate it!

I felt good when I saw that Fatima was so happy about the Bible and about us eating her food.