It is Friday , about 11 PM and I am pulling guard duty should anyone come to the gate and the guards do not know they but we do, they we give the okey for them to stay the night.

God is God. After the quake some kids in the ravine were singing a song Count Your Blessings, name them one by one. What at this time! But from the mouths of little children we still learn of God's goodness and His faithfulness.

Thank you for your prayers.

I have not left the compound. There is great devastation all around us as you may have seen on the news. God is good. Our school has almost no damage except for a few cracks. I was in the Director off when the quake occurred and made a dash down the hall for the exit. I hit the wall running because the floor was a rolling sea. The director was about 10 seconds behind me. The sound was like a loud rumbling truck going down the street. Then there were the aftershocks.

Most of the students had gone home but there was soccer and basketball practice. We all gathered in the center of the field. We prayed!

Little did we know of the devastation. Outside the gate, cars hit each other, walls collapsed and the wall fell upon a pedestrian, killing him just outside our gate. Parents did come to get their kids with great difficulty, and before dark we had only 6 students left spending the night here. One mother walked for 3 hours to get her daughter since the roads were impassible. A joyous reunion.

Nobody slept in their houses that night. The main road was closed due to the fact that the people were getting away from the structures that were still standing. Each aftershock plays with your emotion. Wednesday I sat in my chair at the end of the day since I hadn't slept at all and an aftershock came and I bolted out of the house. Thursday night was the first night I slept in my own bed and slept through the aftershock that early morning.

Many of our national workers have no homes. Their home is the QCS campus. Thy sleep on the grass field away from the building and the trees. Some also have lost family members. One dad spoke to his son in a collapsed music school. 22 year old son. He dug until he could see his son, but his legs were crushed and pinned by the collapse of the building.

I will continue with more of the happenings, but my battery is running out. To be continued . . .