What a weird way to start off a blog post... you may be telling yourself... Well, the thing is, I've been working on some art projects for Ghana Rock for the past couple months, and the harsh odor of spray paint, hot glue, Gorilla Glue, Elmer's glue, and every other type of adhesive has become strangely commonplace to me as the projects ride from place to place in the trunk of my car. And now that the concert's over, I can't seem to rid myself of the lingering smells that have permeated my life. Truth is, just as the fragrance of glue has seeped into every seam of my car's fabric, the lessons learned from being a part of the creation of a concert have seeped into the very fabric of my being. We have all learned so many lessons from the beginning of our endeavors to put on a concert to benefit The Father's House Ghana. Madi taught us the incredible impact that a passion can have. Her drive to do something now kept us running through the months of frustration and worry. The people in our community taught us of selfless giving as donations poured in from around the country to first fund our concert and then add to the growing amount that we could pass on to those eight precious little boys. And Jake and Chanda taught us of sacrifice and dedication. They are giving up a year of their lives to spend nurturing and providing for these children who have never been shown love before. I have been impacted in a way like never before. God has taught me personally about the importance of letting go and seeing Him work through people as incompetent as me to accomplish something as impossible as this.
I pray that, though the tang of glue and odor of paint will soon fade from my life, the lessons learned will leave a lasting impression not only on my heart, but on anyone's who was fortunate to be involved with Ghana Rock.
Katy Folk
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