a quick update

I really did aim to sit down and finally write a real update. I've been neglecting this lately. So that was my goal. And then I got to talking with one of my wonderful roomies. And then a couple sweet girls dropped by and we played "home". We took turns being babies and crying for peanut butter. And now I'm finally getting to writing a post and I'm looking at the time thinking "I get up early, I still have a couple things to do to be ready for tomorrow... bed time soon!"

So here we go... a short update, but an update nonetheless.

The internship is over... it seems so long ago. Changes are made, people gone, others have come in, an entirely new schedule is taking over. Early rising made bearable only by my famous peanut butter-banana-plain yogurt-and-amazing-Mommy-home-made bread. It's truly my motivation to get me out of the bed in the morning. It was wonderful being back to them.

Classes are going fine. It's an adjustment having more than twice as many students as last semester. Large class sizes plus one more class than before means LOTS of students! I'm still trying to get names down. This year I'm really trying to focus on reaching low enough to reach the students who struggle a lot and teach them skills to help them get through. I wish I could be more personal, but with so many students, it's just hard.

And then after an exhausting long morning of teaching, followed by planning and grading and getting my ducks in a row, I'm trying to arrange my schedule and time so I still have energy to continue getting out and about in the wonderful community I'm living in. I always feel a little like I'm living on the edge, about to crash under the load of everything but still somehow staying safe on solid ground. But I doubt that other people's lives are much different. Job and ministry is a difficult balance. But I still can't fathom adding having a family! (or even a husband for that matter!) I take my hat off to you moms and dads. You amaze me. I don't think I'm tough enough for that.

Well, I have more thoughts and things swirling in my head. But I'm heading to bed. :) I'll leave with these pictures from a fun visit from the parents and Aunt Janet and Uncle Tom this past weekend!

I got a schedule and I'm stickin' to it.

I'm feeling pretty shallow and selfish right now. We were coming home this evening from a very fun time with Sashi and Susma's family making momo (pictures forthcoming), and I'm planning on getting on facebook and then organizing my room. I see a friend coming our direction and hope she's not planning on visiting. I have things to do!

I rush inside and hear "knock, knock". I leave Brandie to open the door; I don't want to bother.

She comes in and comes straight to me and starts talking... Nepali, a bit fast, so I don't catch on. I have things to do! She better not stay long.

Still with computer on lap, hoping she gets the message that I'm occupied, I do politely listen and try to understand what she's saying. My heart melts as she pours out difficulties and how hard life is for her and her family now. My little to-do list suddenly seems piddly and insignificant.

Her advice to me: "Don't get married and have kids." Fighting and dirty messes - it's just not worth it.

It's specifically hard for their family for two main reasons:

1. They have smaller kids who are no help but rather a burden to be taken care of. She has to stay home with them all day and only her husband can work.

2. They know very little English; the chicken factory is the best he can hope for. And it's hard and draining.

They have little money. And life is simply hard. The kids are rowdy. And it doesn't have much promise of getting much better in the near future. English comes slowly and kids grow up slowly.

My heart goes out to her. And not just her but the many like her in this area. May God grant me His heart to minister. And may our Savior be their comfort, strength, and joy.

Fajitas! American?

We had a great evening teaching Kamala and Hem's family how to make Fajitas! They really enjoyed it! So much fun. What a sweet family.

Open wide!

Just so you know, I told Kamala I'd be nice and take a picture of her without food in her mouth, but she posed like this. Don't think I'm mean to my guests.

So the debate is on... does making Fajitas count as introducing internationals to American cuisine?

Randomness, as usual.

Well, my right jaw/eye/neck have been bugging me particularly unhappily the past few days. And since the computer typically only aggravates that, blogging hasn't been a priority. Moaning and groaning trying to find a comfortable position lying on my bed has. ;) Naw, it's not that horrible, but my poor roommates have had to put up with me complaining about it probably more than is necessary. Amy sweetly offered to message my neck last night before going to bed... oh that had to have been the best message I've ever had. I don't think I could have gone to sleep, at least for a while, without her doing that. And I did break down and take Ibuprofen last night. WOW. That's pretty big for me. I really don't like to have to take Ibuprofen.

I've considered the home remedy suggested to me by my congolese friends. But really can't bring myself to do it. Just in case you ever want to try it if your neck is bothering you... they told me to coat my neck in urine. Yep. Pee. Not exactly the scent I was wanting to smell like. Anyone ever heard that one before? Is there possibly any credibility to that? I also broke down and made an appointment with the chiropractor. I should ask her tomorrow. Or maybe not for the first visit. hehe

This is the last week of the internship! I can't believe it!

Last night Leigh Anne and I had dinner with Longa and Rose and their family. See previous post for spaghetti adventures with Rose. This time we made marinated chicken and mashed potatoes. Their daughter's word for the night was "Wow." She came over to watch every now and then and was quite interested in the process. Baking chicken in the oven was a new thing, and the hand beaters for the mashed potatoes was apparently pretty awesome. Both Longa and Rose had fun working the beaters and seeing the potato mixture cream together.

Another highlight of yesterday was getting to have lunch with mommy at Chick-fil-A! (I love the spicy chicken sandwich!) She's down here watching two babies during the day for an MTW/World Relief thing.

What the oldest coupon you've ever used? Can you guess how old the one was that I used at Chick-fil-A yesterday?

AND... let's see if anyone can guess why I was told by a random person yesterday "You must really like carrots." Took me by surprise. How did she know?

On the schedule for today:

-teaching a group of refugees (and Hannah) how to ride MARTA. I include my name in the "being taught" because I'm going to be learning as well!

-lunch with a mixed group of wonderful people here and from MTW. Including a new roommate who will move in next week when Leigh Anne Brandie move out.

-shopping for dinner and then teaching Kamala and Hem how to make Fajitas!

So, I wish I had pictures of these fun happenings, but I don't. So I'll leave you with fun from Sunday... MOMO! Which we're going to have Friday too! Ah, I love momo because momo doesn't just mean good food (which it IS), but it also means community and taking time to visit... because momo does take time. And it's something everyone can take part in doing.

Nachu also was kind to show me again how to prepare broccoli the way she prepared it before. I'm hoping to make it next week when I'm in CT! I'm going to attempt a Nepali-style meal for Susan and Adrian.

Nachu peels almost all of the skin off the broccoli. It makes it really tender.

Dil, their very sweet recently-arrived niece! Making the momo.

Spices for the broccoli.

MOMO! With the de-li-shus tomato pickle.

Shadrach ate spaghetti at a birthday party

While you’re reading this post, I want you to listen closely for an important word. Whenever you read “Internet”, I want you to *pat* your computer, because, see, my computer hasn’t been giving me Internet (*pat, pat*) and I want to smack it. You, however, are using a computer that is currently giving you Internet (*pat, pat*), so you should show your computer that you appreciate it.

Internet (*pat, pat*) is definitely useful. People like Jay (who fixed my internet today!) are extremely helpful.

craft during kids club

I learned a good tool about telling stories to kids during Monday night kids club. Amy told the story of Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego. To get the kids to follow and listen, she started by giving them a 'job' of sorts.

adorable Iraqi girl whose name sounds pretty much just like mine :)

“You have to listen closely for 4 special things." She told them.

FIRST – if you hear King Nebuchadnezzar, you have to put your hands like this on your head for his crown. (put hands on either side of head where a crown sits)

SECOND – if you hear Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego, you have to clap your hands together in front of you and bow your head like you’re praying because that’s what they did.

THIRD – if you hear Fiery Furnace, you have to fan yourself rapidly. Because it was hot.

FOURTH – if you hear me say God, give a shout of Hallelujah! because He’s worthy of praise for the great things He does. Like in this story, so listen closely!”

more craft time

It went great! With the motions and her enthusiasm, she certainly pulled me into the story, as well as the kids. I, for one, was listening closely to every word, just waiting to put my hands on my head for a crown, clap my hands together in prayer, fan myself rapidly, or shout hallelujah! And no need to confuse the poor kids with actors. ;)

Amy and Leigh Anne with the younger group and their creations

Yesterday, I was visiting a friend from Sudan/Uganda. She speaks very good English, so it surprises me some of the foods that she doesn’t know – either has never seen or has never even heard of. Blueberries, pasta, noodles, spaghetti, grapes, and other things so basic to me. She showed me cans of tomato sauce and paste that she had been given.

“What is this? What do I do with it?”

Well, we could make spaghetti! She had spaghetti noodles that she had been given as well; perfect! For the sake of time and ease, I decided to bring over a can of already made spaghetti sauce from my apartment. I showed her how to use the can opener and we opened her can of tomato paste to add a little to the sauce. I like my spaghetti sauce thicker. I brought some sausage over to fry up for the meet only to learn that they don’t eat pork. Bummer. Oh well; spaghetti can be vegetarian as well!

Rose and I. See the spaghetti in the background?

So we boiled the noodles and heated up the sauce. *Voilà*! So simple and both so new for her. She admits that their diet is not very wide or broad, so many things are just really new-tasting. But she truly did enjoy it. “So quick and easy! I’m definitely having this for dinner!” Hehe, welcome to the American way – quick and easy, that’s the name of the game. Not as tasty as the amazing beans she prepared for lunch and let me taste, but good for quick, eh?

Yesterday evening was a fun Nepali birthday party with amazing food. I only wish you could have tasted it! Oh the flavors!

Needless to say, I was pretty stuffed after all that. So I walked to the store... to get ice cream. :)

*EDIT*

Miriam asked me to explain the food, so I'll go ahead and post my comment response here:

From my three plates:

TOP PLATE: Red velvet birthday cake, which, by the way, they eat before the meal, not after. And I've seen them feed it to each other before, like in a wedding, but they didn't do that this time.

RIGHT PLATE:

-Sel roti: a very slightly sweet deep-fried bread. Very fun to watch them make. Sometimes they add a little banana to the batter, sometimes cardamom or cinnamon.

-Kir : rice pudding. Nepali rice pudding is the BEST. Slightly sweet, creamy to the extreme, with a hint of coconut and cardamom. They cook it with whole milk and butter, so it's heavy-duty stuff. But oh so good.

LEFT PLATE:

-Two different curries on the left : veggies like pumpkin, peas, onion, potatoes, cauliflower, chili, tomato, etc are cooked up with some oil and spices like cumin, garlic, and mustard seed normally, and maybe a couple others.

-Ochar (sp?) on the right : Nepali pickle - spicy. I think this one had peas, onion, radish, cilantro, tomato, and maybe something else. Definitely chili as well and lime juice.

I really need to find someone to teach me Nepali cooking. Slowly I'm picking up a few things. My goal this summer had been to take Nepali language and cooking classes. But... how? Advice?

chicken cupcakes (well, not together)

So it was definitely interesting seeing the chicken factory, but I have to admit that I got so bored sitting through all the explanation and tedious details... just sitting all day long. I almost fell asleep. They talked about the company, its history, workplace safety, workplace problems and how and when to deal with them, filled out lots of forms, etc. She had participants read aloud many of the boring pages of do's and don't's that they had to sign. It made me realize that reading aloud is a learned skill that not everyone has practiced and can do. Internationals, I understand, but it surprised me how much grown American-born citizens were struggling.

I am glad I went and stayed for the whole day. It gave me a chance to see a little of what many of the refugees are experiencing. I even happened to meet up with a couple friends I know who work there. We saw the lunchroom and I got just a peak into the factory part, seeing chickens upon chickens pass by. The smell in areas was really quite horrid. If I worked there... would I ever want to eat chicken again? I'm not sure.

It was interesting seeing that this company supplies for places I know well - Chick-fil-A, Kroger, KFC, Tyson, and many others. And from what I've gathered and the impression I got, it really is a well-run company who treats their employees well. I'm glad someone does the dirty work! I'm not a huge fan of meat, but I do like my chicken sometimes!

Well, on to an entirely different subject. I leave you with pictures from earlier this week! For ESL Monday morning, we had a "cooking in the kitchen" theme. We started off basic with cereal and basic vocab for that. Then we moved to making cupcakes (box mix), building on vocabulary and verbs. Then we had southern grits!

We had leftover batter after making the mini cupcakes, so I just poured the rest of the batter in a small round pan and baked it. It looked like it needed to be iced and enjoyed with friends! So later that day I invited some girls in to decorate and eat the cake. I was in a random mood. Hehe... so we decorated it with chocolate icing and peanut butter and banana slices! I just added some water to the peanut butter to make it usable in an icing bag. And we even colored some of the peanut butter a bright blue. For fun. :) It was weird eating it. It looked totally like bright blue icing but was really just pure peanut butter with a dot of food coloring. Some of the kids thought I was a bit crazy and were really skeptical. But everyone did end up enjoying it!

ESL and unique cake decorating! :)

See above post for explanation! :)

ESL class

Lys icing decorating with peanut butter, uncolored

Notice the bright-colored "icing" - that's peanut butter! :D

The partners in crime. :)

Back to using the alarm, but just for a day

I'm off bright (er, dark rather) 'n' early tomorrow morning! Leaving at 5:20 to pick people up and then off to the Gainsville chicken factory for orientation! Early morning, just like good ol' school day mornings. :) Complete with... a peanut butter, banana, and plain yogurt sandwich! Just like I have every morning for breakfast during the school year! I'm pretty excited. Actually, really excited. I can't wait to get up.

Probably won't be back until... 6 or later in the evening. It's an all-day ordeal. I'm excited about seeing more of the work environment just so I know more of what so many refugees go through to provide for their family. I'm also excited to listen to the Nepali translator. :)

Aba sutne. Sapailai subaratri. :)

(Now I'm going to sleep... good night to everyone!)

I AM GOLIATH! HEAR ME ROAR!

So, yesterday we had a blond, female 5'8.5" Goliath (I strapped TWO pairs of sandals to the bottom of my feet to give myself that extra lift.) Since I have no picture, I'll just leave it to your imagination...

My breastplate was a green frisbee, kept in place by an Indian shawl wrapped around my chest a couple times and tied in the front. I had a bright blue fuzzy scarf that went across one shoulder and was pinned where it hung down on the opposite side, by my hip. My battle pants were ballooning Nepali trousers. Adorning my head was a blue paper helmet crafted out of a flimsy school folder. Finally I duct taped my two pairs of Chacos together to finish everything off with a little "towering" effect.

Get the picture?

On another random note, I had two separate people ask me today in Nepali if I die my hair. Is it because it's a bit greasy? And one Nepali person asked me if I was Spanish. Random! Nope. But I taught them some Spanish for fun. :)

This morning was long. 5 hours in the health clinic waiting for a family to get health screening done. At one point in the waiting room, I showed the younger daughter my book for learning Nepali. Oh, that started something! They asked me if I knew a song in Nepali - I sang "Seek Ye First" in Nepali since it's the only one I know. *Boom!*, practically the whole waiting room (almost everyone there was Nepali) was crowding around, leaning in, asking me questions, laughing, giggling. It was fun, but I have to admit I was feeling a bit smothered. I tried not to let that feeling overwhelm me and just enjoyed the opportunity to practice Nepali and learn more about them. Fun!

So, here (posted below) you can see our 4th of July evening in pictures! Huge thanks to mommy for taking most of the pictures. And for mommy and daddy coming, chillin' with all of us, and taking care of the food.

Amy's dad and his wife graciously opened their home to 29 of us. What fun! Eating, swimming, walking out on the neighborhood golf course, picking blueberries and trying them for the first time for some, playing horse shoes, and, of course, watching fireworks! One poor little girl was quite scared, but most enjoyed seeing them for the first time.

4th of July in pictures

Journey (Congolese) & Eklas (not sure what country she's from)

Leigh Anne with Sarah (Sudanese)

With Journey, Eklas, and Lys (also Congolese)

Amy with two little Kareni girls (I think?)... from Burma. :)

With Rose (Sudanese)

Two sweet ladies, from Burma

Waiting by the lake for fireworks to start

Sparklers! Always a hit.

Nun and sister Husna

Happy 4th of July!

Happy 4th of July!!!

Happy 4th of July!!!

Nepali church this morning...

American party tonight! Swimming, cookout, fireworks... friends from Uganda, Burma, Congo, Colombia, Sudan, and possibly other countries. And here of course. :)

What are you up to this 4th of July?

WalMart, the alphabet, and broccoli

One of my biggest pet peeves (I do have several) is reading recipe blogs or recipe books without pictures. If you don't have a picture, I pretty much won't even glance at it.

So, what am I doing today? Sharing a "recipe" without a picture! Aargh! What's happening to me?? Really, this is so that I remember the instructions to make later. Then I'll take a picture. :)

Yesterday was filled with fun! In the morning I hopped home and we went to the park (yay!) and went to Kroger to prepare for today (Happy 4th of July, btw!) The afternoon and evening were filled with a run to WalMart and the Nepali market with friends. That took quite a while - for some of them it was their first time in WalMart. Definitely an "important" part of experiencing the US in my opinion. They liked the price of milk and got 8 gallons of whole milk. Wow! It is cheaper compared to other stores they usually shop at. But 8 gallons?

Anyway, the recipe - I'm getting to that. We got back and Nachu made Khir (rice pudding), broccoli, and radish pickle in the kitchen while Git and I studied the Nepali alphabet. The food was a-maz-ing. So delicious! The alphabet was extremely intimidating. I don't get it. Any ideas for studying an alphabet completely and totally foreign? The spoken part is a challenge but fun. The written part just seems impossible.

Broccoli Nepali style:

Since this is Nepali style, don't expect exact measurements. :)

Broccoli (a large head I guess)

some oil (2-3 T?)

about a 4th of a red onion, sliced small

part of a little red or green chili pepper (more if you want spicy), diced

some ground cumin and ground mustard seed (don't know how much, so however much you would like!)

salt

Heat a sauce pan with the oil to high. Put in sliced onions and fry for a bit. Add chili pepper. Add broccoli and constantly stir to coat with oil and onions. Add ground spices. Cook to taste; not too much. Until no longer crispy, but still not really limp. Add a dash of salt to taste (maybe as much as a tsp?).

I'll try that soon hopefully and see if I remembered everything.

So, I have a new Indian outfit that is all red, white and blue. I'll try to get a picture. It seems wrong not to wear it today!

First, I'm off to walk/run. Toodles!

Welcome to the newly-arrived Dahal family!

No pictures! Why even post! Aargh. :( I love pictures! But am too lazy... And I'm still not sure about my poor camera.

Through volunteering with World Relief, I've had the chance to meet many very newly arrived refugees. It's a fun experience! But I had never gone with a case worker to meet a family at the airport. Reason being that flights typically come in at night, and it had just never happened.

Well, I decided that late night or not, I needed to go! So we went last night. Fun experience! I'd like to go again, maybe when it's a family who speaks little to no English and for a family who has no relations already here in America. Just for a different experience. This family already has all their family here (some met them with us at the airport) and the husband speaks good English. They're already somewhat "westernized", so they knew all the basics - how to use light switches, open doors, use plumbing and locks, read and write, etc

A couple things I did notice that were slightly surprising:

-While opening they can do, closing a car door from the inside causes problems, without fail. The handle that is used to open the door, they also use to close it. Which means that they are pulling on it while it is closing, thus not allowing the door to really latch. The poor guy was quite

confused at first as we tried to explain that you use one handle to open the door and the other, right under it, to close. I've never even thought about it before!

-Going into the World Relief office, the husband and wife automatically took off their sandals and left them outside the office door. I thought that was cute! And showed respect and care.

-The apartment is in an apartment complex a mile or two away from where the husband's parents and siblings already are. They were very disappointed and wondered why they had been placed "so far apart". They were just reunited having been on opposite sides of the globe! A couple miles seems trivial. I walk that distance all the time, and I know they're no stranger to walking such distances either. My own brother and sister are as far away as they possibly can get (slightly exaggerating) while staying in the contiguous US. I hard-heartedly wasn't feeling much sympathy.

-Their little 14 mo old adorable daughter had thick eyebrows painted on her. I don't know if I'd ever seen that before. Quite an interesting effect. Was it supposed to make her cuter? I thought her cute despite the dark markings.

Anyway, I am looking forward to working with this family! Today was a lot of orientation, as well as tomorrow. I've loved sitting in on that and hearing the translator. I'm starting to pick up more little bits and pieces of conversations in Nepali. Plus I got to learn more about case work files, Match Grant, DEFACS, orientation, etc. So much! So overwhelming and intimidating! But this family was very courageous and had an admirable "go get-'em" attitude. Quite inspiring.

Time for ice cream.

:)

Avocado funeral

The avocado I had been dreaming about... appearances can be deceiving. When you peel back the skin, you never know.

We have had so much free food around lately. It's been great! I'm enjoying saving money in the food budget category. My precious avocado that I bought a couple weeks back has been sitting in the fridge for almost two weeks, taunting me. But I wanted to save it. Why waste it while there were other free things to eat? It still looked good on the outside, wasn't squishy. Every time I opened the fridge, I gazed longingly at it but refrained myself from cutting into it.

I finally cut it open last night. Ah, the joy of finally being able to eat it! Excitement!

Brown?? Through and through, completely brown. Rotten. *whimper*

Eating free food is great, but not if that means letting my own food go bad. I hope I never do that again. That poor avocado had to go straight in the trash. Do you know how hard that was?

So you thought you knew the story of Joseph and his colorful coat?

In case you all didn't know...

Joseph in the Old Testament was blond. And very tall. And took care of his dad's, well... stuffed doggies actually, for his job. And that colorful piece of clothing that his dad gave him because he liked him so much? It was a wrap-around skirt. And pharaoh was a young female with a paper crown adorning her head. And he (she?) gave Joseph a nice long necklace for interpreting his (her?) dreams.

Well, we make do with what we have! Kids club low-budget style is humorous sometimes. :) I think they got the general picture, albeit a bit warped.

^The craft we did with the kids^

A typical morning in Clarkston

Some super SAD news... I think my camera may be broken. :( NO! Lack of pictures means even more lack of enthusiasm for taking the time to update. Pictures speak a thousand words... that I don't have to write. But ah well...

I have no pictures, so how about a story?

Living in Clarkston, misunderstandings are just a part of life and I'm trying to learn to find the comedy in them.

I've been talking with a Nepali friend (still learning English) about going to church with her; she goes to Sunday school at a Bhutanese church nearby. "What time?" I ask. "8:00. Hat Budgi." I got the English and Nepali. I understood pretty clearly. I was excited! I saw her later that week "Sunday morning, you coming, Hannah? We are going to church?" Yes, of course! I was excited. Amy (one of my housemates) decided to go too and we got two carloads of other Nepali friends who were curious to come along for the ride. I emphasized being ready before 8:00. I'm pretty sure they get the message.

Sunday morning: 7:45

Amy and I leave to go pick up random people. I head over to my friend Monisha's house who is going to ride with us and show us the way. I knock. And knock. And knock again. Nothing. Hm. I pull out my phone and call her dad. After a few rings, he sleepily answers.

"Where is Monisha? Monisha coy?"

He answers, "Another state. With her grandmother."

What?? Struggling through language barriers I try to understand. Apparently she's visiting friends for the weekend. Sure, it's not the dad's fault, and I just rudely awakened him from his Sunday morning sleep, but someone has to help me with the car loads of people I have waiting to go to church! He opens the door and their younger son, also just awakened and still half asleep is up too. I know one other person who knows where the church is - their friend, Arjun. His family goes to the church too. "Where is Arjun?" I ask. The son groggily pulls on his shoes and in a half-dazed state we walk out of the appartment and head to Arjun's apartment.

It's 8:00 now.

We find their family eating a delicious-looking breakfast of rice and I'm not sure what else. I want to try it.

"Arjun! Can you help me get to the church? When are you leaving?"

He looks a little bewildered, but being so sweet he is willing to help.

"Ok. I think... it starts at 9:00. We will leave at 8:30."

In the background, I hear his mom telling him in Nepali that they will leave at 9:00. Starts at 9:00, leaving at 9:00. Okay. Gotcha. I tell him I'll be back to pick him up at 9:00 and thank him.

8:05

I head back to where Amy is picking people up at the other apartment. They're dressed up all spiffy, have gotten the babyseat situated, and everyone was finding their place in her car.

Amy's a bit confused when she sees me alone. "Where's Monisha?"

I laugh so as not to show my frustration too much and explain the story. "So we have an extra hour together!" I feel so bad; the other people were so good about being ready on time and now we have to wait.

So we chill in the apartment for an hour. They kindly bring out apples and grapes, of course. I love Clarkston hospitality! We dance a little, watch them make creative jewelry and play a creative game with rocks - like jacks.

9:00 Finally it's time and we leave. I pick up our guide and we're off!

9:04 We arrive at church; it's much closer than I thought - very near the apartments. We pile out and head into the worship room as other people are arriving as well.

9:10/15 The kids are led over to Sunday School and the adults get started with their program. A kind man sees ignorant white people and explains "We meet at 9:00 for prayer. The service starts at 10:00."

Wow. 45 minutes of prayer? In a language I don't understand? I would be fine, but I feel a bit uneasy for my friends that I brought. This is only their second time to church. What are they thinking? And their young daughter who is 2 - will she last?

For the next 20 minutes, I listen to everyone praying at the same time around me, fervently, and do enjoy the beauty of their devotion that surpasses language barriers. I pray for my friends who are with me. I inwardly laugh every time the 2-year-old daughter Sirjhana comes over, takes my hands, and gazes up at me with a beautiful smile and shining eyes. What a darling.

9:40 I finally decide to take Sirjhana over to the Sunday School as well. We head out and find the kids playing in a small area outside. No Sunday School - just play time! I was hoping they would have a story or activity or something. Maybe that's just very American.

The other children who came with me run over to me. "I'm bore." "We not doing anything." *sigh* I'm sure the parents are bored, probably as well. I stay and play with them for the remaining 20 minutes. I ask the other adults there about the day's schedule. Real church starts at 10:00 and lasts until 12:00 (which probably really means after). I can't make the children be happy that long! It's already been a long morning... and it technically hasn't even started yet!

10:00 I go back into the worship room with the kids and discuss the situation with Amy. We decide to stay 'till 10:30, enjoy some worship, and then quietly slip out.

I do enjoy the singing! They even sang a song I recognized that we sing in English -

King of kings and Lord of lords glory

Hallelulajah

Jesus Prince of Peace glory

Hallelujah

So fun! I'll have to learn that in Nepali!

10:25 I am in the front if the room; I slip out and assume the others will follow suit. The parents don't move - I think they're enjoying the singing. That's a plus!

10:35 One of the girls finds me in the back and complains about being bored again. "I'm ready. Tell the others to come if you want."

We all pile out. I'm spent and ready to go home. My friends have more things they want to do - they show me their cell phone - it's not working and we need to go to the cell store to get help.

I'll cut this story short and condense... so, anyway, we go to the cell phone store. Apparently to change it out, we need to go to another store farther away. We head off there and arrive just after 11:00. It doesn't open until 12:00. Of course. My mind is spent by then and debate whether to stay or leave. We decide to go to the mall nearby to chill for an hour. We come back and find out it wasn't working from water damage. They need to buy a new one. They look at options for a while, can't decide, so we leave. We get back with 15 minutes remaining before Bible study in our apartment at 1:00. My mind spent, my brain not able to think - I was exhausted! My bed felt so good for that 15 minutes.

I thought Sunday mornings were supposed to be mostly relaxing? ;) But we did have fun all-in-all. I'm thankful for the adventure. Misunderstandings are the spice of life, right? Something like that...

And now that took me far too long. I'm off to walk a bit before the events of today.

Happy Monday to you!!!

Internet again!

Church with friends!

A week without Internet has taught me...

-Internet takes a lot of time.

-Internet has its negatives. It’s kind of nice to not be an option. Yet…

-Internet does have its uses and is missed after being THE BRAIN in my life for so long.

A birthday party!

A week of living in Clarkston has taught me…

-There’s a lot to do here, a lot of people to see, a lot of needs/wants.

-There’s a lot of fun to be had too. And food to be et.

-I love it.

-I want to stay!! Don’t make me leave… :-(

Our crazy open house on Monday... so many people came! So fun!

A week of living with my roommates has taught me…

-Sleeping in the same room as someone else and sharing living quarters takes getting used to.

-Not everyone likes going to bed at 9:30 and getting up at 6:00.

-I have awesome housemates and am encouraged every day by their pure faith in and love for Christ.

My desire is truly to hear God’s voice this summer, to know His direction and desire for the ministry here. There is so much to be done; obviously none of us are supposed to do it all. I know that God has specifically chosen things for us to do and will give us the strength and love necessary to complete them.

I'll have to share some fun stories soon. For now... let the festivities begin! I'm taking a few days off for Emily Rose's wedding. WOW.

Timilai santihos. Peace be with you.

Reading with friends!