I feel like I have been running a marathon this week. Yesterday was the last day of school. This week I had 3 full days of speaking tests (those wore me out), I had to finalize grades, we had 2 barbecues.... lots of "final" things to do.
I am happy that I am coming back next year. I get to further my relationships with the students and continue my ministry here. Just in the last couple months I have gotten to spend more time and get to know particular students better. Please for for this relationships and for them to strengthen next year.
I will be heading back to the States for 2 months on June 22...I am excited about this time with family and friends and to prepare for next year.
I would also love prayer for something God is trying to speak to me about the future. I have really been praying for some things I want for my life and asking Him to confirm these as his "kingdom dreams" for me or to take them away. I'm not ready yet to throw it out there for all of you to read because I want to hear more from God and be more confident about what He wants first. It involves a crazy dream I had one night and things I have been thinking about for a while now. More to come on that!
I hope to see you this summer!
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
The Very Worst Missionary
A Great Blog by "The Very Worst Missionary"--named Jamie:
When I look at you, all I can think about is how no little girl ever dreamt of growing up to be a crack whore.
You scare me. The way your eyes dart around in your head like a frightened animal. And that thing you do with your mouth, working it back and forth, back and forth, over no words and no food. Like you just can't stop chewing a giant, imaginary wad of gum.
You freak me out.
And you break my heart.
I see you begging for food and change at every car window. I see you stumbling out of the coffee fields, followed by some guy, zipping up his pants. I see you lapping up water out of a pothole in the middle of the street, like a dog. I see you, and I think for sure that you're pregnant... and I see you a week later and I know for sure that you're not.
And every time I see you, I think about how nobody wanted this for you, especially not you.
I see you and I think, "We are polar opposites."
You are dark and brown and swirling onyx from head to toe. And I am light and white and gold. Your eyes look like the night, and mine, the day. And everything good inside of you is teaming to get out, straining against the interlinked arms of drugs and abuse that have brought you to this wretched place. This spot on a street corner where you sit in your own waste and stare off into space because you're blitzed out of your ever-loving mind.
I watch you from my car. Where every awful thing inside of me is fighting to get out, throwing itself a against this fortress of vanity, of bleached smile and plucked brow, of a too-pricey haircut and the perfect push-up bra - every selfish intention, every malignant thought, every raging, hypocritical rant is right there under the surface, searching out the weak spots for a place to leak out and contaminate the world.
You're a tweaker. So they spit on you and tell you to get a job.
I'm a missionary. So they pat me on the back and tell me I'm awesome.
But once upon a time - back before someone broke you and before Someone fixed me - we were both just little girls. We probably both played with baby dolls and maybe we both had daydreams of what our ever-afters would look like, of what kind of women we'd be. Probably neither of us came very close to what we dreamed as kids... I know I'm not who I thought I'd be. And I know that no little girl ever dreamed of being a crack-whore...
There you are, all wild-eyed and chatting up a fire hydrant. And as I drive past you to get to the mall, my chest starts to feel heavy and my pulse picks up and I can feel, when I see you, that I have a heart for you.
Yes. I have a heart for you.
I don't even know what that means, except that I know it's true.
Who do you have a heart for?
CLICK HERE to vist Jamie's blog.
When I look at you, all I can think about is how no little girl ever dreamt of growing up to be a crack whore.
You scare me. The way your eyes dart around in your head like a frightened animal. And that thing you do with your mouth, working it back and forth, back and forth, over no words and no food. Like you just can't stop chewing a giant, imaginary wad of gum.
You freak me out.
And you break my heart.
I see you begging for food and change at every car window. I see you stumbling out of the coffee fields, followed by some guy, zipping up his pants. I see you lapping up water out of a pothole in the middle of the street, like a dog. I see you, and I think for sure that you're pregnant... and I see you a week later and I know for sure that you're not.
And every time I see you, I think about how nobody wanted this for you, especially not you.
I see you and I think, "We are polar opposites."
You are dark and brown and swirling onyx from head to toe. And I am light and white and gold. Your eyes look like the night, and mine, the day. And everything good inside of you is teaming to get out, straining against the interlinked arms of drugs and abuse that have brought you to this wretched place. This spot on a street corner where you sit in your own waste and stare off into space because you're blitzed out of your ever-loving mind.
I watch you from my car. Where every awful thing inside of me is fighting to get out, throwing itself a against this fortress of vanity, of bleached smile and plucked brow, of a too-pricey haircut and the perfect push-up bra - every selfish intention, every malignant thought, every raging, hypocritical rant is right there under the surface, searching out the weak spots for a place to leak out and contaminate the world.
You're a tweaker. So they spit on you and tell you to get a job.
I'm a missionary. So they pat me on the back and tell me I'm awesome.
But once upon a time - back before someone broke you and before Someone fixed me - we were both just little girls. We probably both played with baby dolls and maybe we both had daydreams of what our ever-afters would look like, of what kind of women we'd be. Probably neither of us came very close to what we dreamed as kids... I know I'm not who I thought I'd be. And I know that no little girl ever dreamed of being a crack-whore...
There you are, all wild-eyed and chatting up a fire hydrant. And as I drive past you to get to the mall, my chest starts to feel heavy and my pulse picks up and I can feel, when I see you, that I have a heart for you.
Yes. I have a heart for you.
I don't even know what that means, except that I know it's true.
Who do you have a heart for?
CLICK HERE to vist Jamie's blog.
Winter Chill
Hello everyone...sorry I haven't written. I have been hesitant to write because my students have access to my blog. I've decided I really need to blog though and I do want to share with you what's going on. So I'm sorry for that.
We are in the dead of winter and it is cold! I am definitely tired of the cold and of wearing my boots. I am ready for sun and flip-flops. Please pray for renewed energy and against the "winter slump." Also, I have a roommate with laryngitis and my other roommate and I kind of have sore throats. Please pray for HEALTH in Jesus' name!
I am enjoying teaching and learning about school in Hungary. Hungarian students are interesting and hilarious and I'm learning a lot about them.
One of the hardest things, I think, about being here is how much sex and nudity is so open and "acceptable" here. It's so in-your-face and difficult to avoid. Purity is not really valued. I could use prayer for protection for my mind and for words to encourage and speak to my students when comments are made in class.
I suppose that is enough for now. Would love to hear from you and I appreciate your prayers.
We are in the dead of winter and it is cold! I am definitely tired of the cold and of wearing my boots. I am ready for sun and flip-flops. Please pray for renewed energy and against the "winter slump." Also, I have a roommate with laryngitis and my other roommate and I kind of have sore throats. Please pray for HEALTH in Jesus' name!
I am enjoying teaching and learning about school in Hungary. Hungarian students are interesting and hilarious and I'm learning a lot about them.
One of the hardest things, I think, about being here is how much sex and nudity is so open and "acceptable" here. It's so in-your-face and difficult to avoid. Purity is not really valued. I could use prayer for protection for my mind and for words to encourage and speak to my students when comments are made in class.
I suppose that is enough for now. Would love to hear from you and I appreciate your prayers.
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