Maybe this is a girl thing... and maybe not, but I make lists. Lists help me to remember what all I’m not suppose to forget. Ya know, things I need to get done. The problem comes when I either forget before I can write it down or end up making more than one list and lose one.
Anyway, I’ve been making many lists. Why? By this weekend, I’ll pack up my house into two places: what I need for Gandep and the rest of my things that I will be taking home. Once I’m back from Gandep, I’ll have a day (or maybe two) to be ready to fly back to the U. S. of A. and I can only wonder at how out of it I’m gonna be. First off, there’s the jet-lag and time change. Second, there’s going from the bush to big cities in a short amount of time. And Third, I’m going to be saying goodbye to lots of wonderful people and saying hello to many I haven’t seen in almost 2 years.
Therefore, if you encounter me along this time frame, speak with love and give me grace... and let me make a new list. ;)
Monday, March 24, 2014
Thursday, March 6, 2014
Meeting a World Traveler
I knew he was coming, but I didn’t expect to meet him so soon! I had just received a letter and there he was; Flat Stanley. He’d come all the way from Telford, Tennessee in the USA to Madang in Papua New Guinea. One of our mutual friends arranged it. A second grader named Connor that I know from my church.
Connor’s class is learning about how long it takes for mail to reach different parts of the world (as well as where other places are, what kind of things are there, and so on). Its such a good learning experience and a wonderful way to get others around the world involved. (I believe there is a book about Flat Stanley. For more information, look the book up.)
I cannot express how much fun and joy I receive from these kinds of things. One of my friends from college sent me letters from her class. They asked questions about what I do here as well as questions in general. I wrote back to all of them. Yay for pen pals! Another one of my friends wanted to have her class do something like this, but ran out of time. Some classes from my church back home have sent me letters and such from the kids. I love the letters and cards from others too. There’s just something about having a written conversation or participation that gets me excited. It does take time, but when others ask it of me (and let’s face it, when kids ask it), how can I say “no”?
So I guess what I’m saying is “thank you” to the kids, families, friends, and so on who have sent me something. Thank you to those who have prayed and supported me living here. Thank you for encouragements and love reaching around the world. And I send “thank you’s” to those who ask me to be involved in what you’re doing as well.
Often times, I say that life is messy and it is. But life is also lives being woven together. Without others, life probably wouldn’t be as fun or intricate. Its so good to amalgamate in a colorful conglomeration forming a musical melody of sorts! (Yes, get the dictionary out.)
Connor’s class is learning about how long it takes for mail to reach different parts of the world (as well as where other places are, what kind of things are there, and so on). Its such a good learning experience and a wonderful way to get others around the world involved. (I believe there is a book about Flat Stanley. For more information, look the book up.)
I cannot express how much fun and joy I receive from these kinds of things. One of my friends from college sent me letters from her class. They asked questions about what I do here as well as questions in general. I wrote back to all of them. Yay for pen pals! Another one of my friends wanted to have her class do something like this, but ran out of time. Some classes from my church back home have sent me letters and such from the kids. I love the letters and cards from others too. There’s just something about having a written conversation or participation that gets me excited. It does take time, but when others ask it of me (and let’s face it, when kids ask it), how can I say “no”?
So I guess what I’m saying is “thank you” to the kids, families, friends, and so on who have sent me something. Thank you to those who have prayed and supported me living here. Thank you for encouragements and love reaching around the world. And I send “thank you’s” to those who ask me to be involved in what you’re doing as well.
Often times, I say that life is messy and it is. But life is also lives being woven together. Without others, life probably wouldn’t be as fun or intricate. Its so good to amalgamate in a colorful conglomeration forming a musical melody of sorts! (Yes, get the dictionary out.)
Monday, February 24, 2014
My: Future. Travel. People
I realized I hadn’t blogged in a while, so I tried to think about what all has been on my mind lately. To sum it all up, the word “future” might be fitting. I’m in PNG still, but will be heading back to the States in April. Already, I’ve been hearing phrases like, “are you counting down the days yet”, “what are you going to eat first”, and “are you planning on coming back”.
The first phrase implies that I’m excited to get back to the States, and honestly, I’m stoked! I’ve missed friends, family, and Tennessee’s mountains. It’ll be great to reconnect with everyone (and get to wear things like jeans). I’m not yet counting down in days; that count-down starts when I hit April. I’m trying to stick to weeks right now. Not counting the rest of this week, there are 6 weeks and a few days left. As each week goes by, it seems to go a little bit faster than the last. I don’t want to wish this time away. I want to enjoy the remainder of my time here. I want to live in the Present and keep getting work done. There are some things that I’m doing in preparation for heading back so maybe those things are mixing into the Present time (or the times I’m striving to be “present”). So, yeah, I’ve still got a little while more in this country, and yes, I’m extremely looking forward to getting Stateside, but I might be a little dizzy from both.
The second question could imply a few things, but I’ll just go with “the foods that we don’t have over here” implication. In college, I remember hearing about the “freshman fifteen” (either gaining or losing weight during this time). I feel like I’ve gotten more in shape while I’ve been here. I still admit that I could eat healthier (and will continue to try and try again towards that goal). I wonder if I’ll go through the “furlough fifteen”. Its the same concept. What can I say? People like alliteration. For some reason, I’ve thought about Pizza Hut’s stuffed-crust pizzas since I got here. There are other things that I’m excited to have around again, but my first thought is always pizza. Its not even like I ate there lots before coming to PNG, but if pizzas here are compared to Pizza Hut, they don’t really come close. When I get to the States, I want to continue exercising 5 times a week. With that, comes eating healthy. The fact that others may want to either take me out to eat or fix food for me is super sweet. However, I have to be careful. Maybe I can get a group together that wants to keep each other accountable for exercising and eating healthy.
Now comes the third question: “are you coming back?” Well, as I’ve tried to inform people thus far, I’m going to re-evaluate everything after this. This is where things get more crowded in my mind. One thing I have to remind myself is that I’m not here to please people. I will be a helper, friend, sister, encourager, and a servant to others. Nevertheless, I can’t please everyone. I say this first because I try. Yep, I try to please people all the time. I respect everyone’s opinions and love everyone I meet. So, there are some people who believe that they are right and that everyone else should think the same way as them. I am the opposite. I may not believe in what someone else believes, but I will either say nothing or almost go along with the other person because I don’t want them to think that I’m judging them. I don’t want to be like that and I don’t want to be the other extreme either. I’ve been trying to live in loving others no matter their choices or beliefs, and yet want to practice sharing what I believe as well. I hate conflict and, while growing up, I felt like “disagreeing” was a huge part of conflict. Now, I’m working on what it looks like to disagree and still continue being friends.
Anyway, coming back to the third question, there are many thoughts going through my head. Many options. I could come back and serve here in PNG. I could serve somewhere else in the world. I could stay in Tennessee and witness there. (Pretty much, anywhere I end up, I will want to serve and witness in my love for God and His people. The way I make a living might be a different issue. Will I get married? I’m not opposed, though it kind of involves finding an awesome guy. Will I have kids? That one is a “yes” if I have anything to do with it. I really want to adopt, so we’ll see when and how that happens. Whatever happens, I refuse to have a boring life. Though my life may be but a mist, I’d have it be a refreshing and lovely mist.
In all of this, I have made wonderful friends here. One thing about being a missionary: people seem to transition lots. They come for a while, touch your life, and go somewhere else for a while (whether that’s out to a village, back to the States, or wherever). I’m sure someone more famous and eloquent has captured the thought I will express next in a better way, but I still will say it. When you travel to another place, meet people, and live life, from that first time away, there will always be someone that will be missed (being apart from you). That being said, I will never regret traveling, because everyone I happen to meet is worth meeting. Through others, we have the opportunity to be connected into one family. Nice to meet you.
The first phrase implies that I’m excited to get back to the States, and honestly, I’m stoked! I’ve missed friends, family, and Tennessee’s mountains. It’ll be great to reconnect with everyone (and get to wear things like jeans). I’m not yet counting down in days; that count-down starts when I hit April. I’m trying to stick to weeks right now. Not counting the rest of this week, there are 6 weeks and a few days left. As each week goes by, it seems to go a little bit faster than the last. I don’t want to wish this time away. I want to enjoy the remainder of my time here. I want to live in the Present and keep getting work done. There are some things that I’m doing in preparation for heading back so maybe those things are mixing into the Present time (or the times I’m striving to be “present”). So, yeah, I’ve still got a little while more in this country, and yes, I’m extremely looking forward to getting Stateside, but I might be a little dizzy from both.
The second question could imply a few things, but I’ll just go with “the foods that we don’t have over here” implication. In college, I remember hearing about the “freshman fifteen” (either gaining or losing weight during this time). I feel like I’ve gotten more in shape while I’ve been here. I still admit that I could eat healthier (and will continue to try and try again towards that goal). I wonder if I’ll go through the “furlough fifteen”. Its the same concept. What can I say? People like alliteration. For some reason, I’ve thought about Pizza Hut’s stuffed-crust pizzas since I got here. There are other things that I’m excited to have around again, but my first thought is always pizza. Its not even like I ate there lots before coming to PNG, but if pizzas here are compared to Pizza Hut, they don’t really come close. When I get to the States, I want to continue exercising 5 times a week. With that, comes eating healthy. The fact that others may want to either take me out to eat or fix food for me is super sweet. However, I have to be careful. Maybe I can get a group together that wants to keep each other accountable for exercising and eating healthy.
Now comes the third question: “are you coming back?” Well, as I’ve tried to inform people thus far, I’m going to re-evaluate everything after this. This is where things get more crowded in my mind. One thing I have to remind myself is that I’m not here to please people. I will be a helper, friend, sister, encourager, and a servant to others. Nevertheless, I can’t please everyone. I say this first because I try. Yep, I try to please people all the time. I respect everyone’s opinions and love everyone I meet. So, there are some people who believe that they are right and that everyone else should think the same way as them. I am the opposite. I may not believe in what someone else believes, but I will either say nothing or almost go along with the other person because I don’t want them to think that I’m judging them. I don’t want to be like that and I don’t want to be the other extreme either. I’ve been trying to live in loving others no matter their choices or beliefs, and yet want to practice sharing what I believe as well. I hate conflict and, while growing up, I felt like “disagreeing” was a huge part of conflict. Now, I’m working on what it looks like to disagree and still continue being friends.
Anyway, coming back to the third question, there are many thoughts going through my head. Many options. I could come back and serve here in PNG. I could serve somewhere else in the world. I could stay in Tennessee and witness there. (Pretty much, anywhere I end up, I will want to serve and witness in my love for God and His people. The way I make a living might be a different issue. Will I get married? I’m not opposed, though it kind of involves finding an awesome guy. Will I have kids? That one is a “yes” if I have anything to do with it. I really want to adopt, so we’ll see when and how that happens. Whatever happens, I refuse to have a boring life. Though my life may be but a mist, I’d have it be a refreshing and lovely mist.
In all of this, I have made wonderful friends here. One thing about being a missionary: people seem to transition lots. They come for a while, touch your life, and go somewhere else for a while (whether that’s out to a village, back to the States, or wherever). I’m sure someone more famous and eloquent has captured the thought I will express next in a better way, but I still will say it. When you travel to another place, meet people, and live life, from that first time away, there will always be someone that will be missed (being apart from you). That being said, I will never regret traveling, because everyone I happen to meet is worth meeting. Through others, we have the opportunity to be connected into one family. Nice to meet you.
Friday, January 3, 2014
Taken by Surprise
I’m not gonna lie; it’s been rough. Not as rough as I compare it to some college deadlines and such, but I knew I’d be pushing myself for a few weeks. Since this is the last week, its total crunch time, but I always push myself through whatever while I look ahead to crashing afterwards (as long as there usually is an afterwards).
If you don’t know, I’m finishing up Elementary Prep kits for 4 different language groups and my deadline (that all must be done) is January 8th. Because of this, lots of this holiday season has been cut short. I didn’t work at the office on Christmas Day, but the other days, I’ve worked. I’ve even come in on weekends. For this week, I may not get a “weekend” until the 8th.
So what’s all involved in this? I’ve been working on things leading up to this moment ever since I started working in the office. Elementary Prep Kits include (but are not limited to): Term Plans, Curriculum, two Books per week (for 40 ish weeks), Songs, Games, Finger Exercises, a notebook of Teacher Help stuff, Shapes, Keyword Cards, Number Cards, Alphabet Books, and so on. All of these have been adapted to each language group, checked over (I don’t even know how many times now), and they all could still have some tweaking to be done.
All of this to say that from the first week in December 2013 until D-day (8th of January 2014), I’ve been striving to have all four languages done. Thankfully, I’ve had some help. Eunice, before she left, adapted one of the languages’ curriculum and was great at suggesting how I could delegate laminating, cutting, and such tasks to others. (*Side note: I totally suck at delegating... it’s bad.) Sheila, Josephine, Kathy, Lois, and some others have chipped in when they could to help cutting, binding books, and so on. Lori printed off some books for a language group. Lindy, Delaina, and Lindsey have helped to get some books into A5 form (a smaller book for the kids to use. The teachers have A4 size.) And there are the encouragers like Emily, Robin, and those that I’ve already mentioned. They keep checking on me to make sure I’ve eaten, to make sure I know that they’re there for me, and to make sure I haven’t turned into a complete zombie.
And then there’s Diane. What can I say about her?! She rocks... and if I wore socks in PNG, they would totally be rocked off. She’s been there from the beginning, helping me learn what I’m suppose to do and how to do it right. She’s been willing to step in and help ANY time that I’ve needed it. Talk about a servant that shows she cares by what she does!
So with a bit more stress on my shoulders lately, my mind can get grumpy. (*Another side note: I’m also a bit hypoglycemic so when my blood sugar gets lower, I get weak, shakey, and then can get really mean. Some don’t understand what goes through my head at these times so they have the illusion that I’m still sweet... right.) Anyway, its been a more shaky day today (Friday). I had both of my peanut butter and jam sandwiches so I was getting weak and coming close to cussing out appliances. (Keep in mind that I arrived at work a bit before 9am and it was nearing 8pm... after a week already working around 42 hours.) Diane (the only other one working in the office area that I’m in currently) had gone to her apartment (above the office) to make dinner and go to bed. For some reason, the printer stopped working. I was checking everywhere that I could think of to find some kind of paper jam, but wasn’t finding much. I’d started messing up more on how to print the tons of books that must be printed and thought that crying might be a good release, with no one being around. For some reason, my mind couldn't stop long enough to start crying so I moved on, got things working again, found the stupid “paper jam”, and started printing another round of books.
That’s when Diane knocked on the door. When I opened it, I found her standing with a tray of food! We’re talking corn, potatoes, chicken, and kind of apple sauce but made with mangos and rhubarb instead. (*Yet another side note: though being with wonderful and encouraging people really does make her day, if you give Michelle food--especially the good kind of food--when she’s hypoglycemic, stressed, and quite a bit hungry, you automatically become a super hero.)
Yep. She brought it just for me! Though many acts of kindness have gotten me from hour to hour, this gesture blew me out of the water! It had me praising God, repenting of every despicable thought towards people and machinery, and got me pumped to finish at (in my mind) an appropriate stopping place. So, I hugged Diane, ate one of the best tasting meals I’ve had in I don’t know how long (no offense to any other wonderful meal), and worked until 11pm. That’d be 14 hours of working today, and I’m still probably going to work a bit tomorrow (Saturday).
Thus, here’s my point in this blog: to those who uplift me from saying a word of encouragement, giving me a smile, sharing advice or food, to those who make sure I get to my car at night (thanks William and Robin), you all represent God’s love, and I consider you close to my heart. May you be blessed because you have blessed me, and may I go on to bless others as I have been blessed by God and you.
If you don’t know, I’m finishing up Elementary Prep kits for 4 different language groups and my deadline (that all must be done) is January 8th. Because of this, lots of this holiday season has been cut short. I didn’t work at the office on Christmas Day, but the other days, I’ve worked. I’ve even come in on weekends. For this week, I may not get a “weekend” until the 8th.
So what’s all involved in this? I’ve been working on things leading up to this moment ever since I started working in the office. Elementary Prep Kits include (but are not limited to): Term Plans, Curriculum, two Books per week (for 40 ish weeks), Songs, Games, Finger Exercises, a notebook of Teacher Help stuff, Shapes, Keyword Cards, Number Cards, Alphabet Books, and so on. All of these have been adapted to each language group, checked over (I don’t even know how many times now), and they all could still have some tweaking to be done.
All of this to say that from the first week in December 2013 until D-day (8th of January 2014), I’ve been striving to have all four languages done. Thankfully, I’ve had some help. Eunice, before she left, adapted one of the languages’ curriculum and was great at suggesting how I could delegate laminating, cutting, and such tasks to others. (*Side note: I totally suck at delegating... it’s bad.) Sheila, Josephine, Kathy, Lois, and some others have chipped in when they could to help cutting, binding books, and so on. Lori printed off some books for a language group. Lindy, Delaina, and Lindsey have helped to get some books into A5 form (a smaller book for the kids to use. The teachers have A4 size.) And there are the encouragers like Emily, Robin, and those that I’ve already mentioned. They keep checking on me to make sure I’ve eaten, to make sure I know that they’re there for me, and to make sure I haven’t turned into a complete zombie.
And then there’s Diane. What can I say about her?! She rocks... and if I wore socks in PNG, they would totally be rocked off. She’s been there from the beginning, helping me learn what I’m suppose to do and how to do it right. She’s been willing to step in and help ANY time that I’ve needed it. Talk about a servant that shows she cares by what she does!
So with a bit more stress on my shoulders lately, my mind can get grumpy. (*Another side note: I’m also a bit hypoglycemic so when my blood sugar gets lower, I get weak, shakey, and then can get really mean. Some don’t understand what goes through my head at these times so they have the illusion that I’m still sweet... right.) Anyway, its been a more shaky day today (Friday). I had both of my peanut butter and jam sandwiches so I was getting weak and coming close to cussing out appliances. (Keep in mind that I arrived at work a bit before 9am and it was nearing 8pm... after a week already working around 42 hours.) Diane (the only other one working in the office area that I’m in currently) had gone to her apartment (above the office) to make dinner and go to bed. For some reason, the printer stopped working. I was checking everywhere that I could think of to find some kind of paper jam, but wasn’t finding much. I’d started messing up more on how to print the tons of books that must be printed and thought that crying might be a good release, with no one being around. For some reason, my mind couldn't stop long enough to start crying so I moved on, got things working again, found the stupid “paper jam”, and started printing another round of books.
That’s when Diane knocked on the door. When I opened it, I found her standing with a tray of food! We’re talking corn, potatoes, chicken, and kind of apple sauce but made with mangos and rhubarb instead. (*Yet another side note: though being with wonderful and encouraging people really does make her day, if you give Michelle food--especially the good kind of food--when she’s hypoglycemic, stressed, and quite a bit hungry, you automatically become a super hero.)
Yep. She brought it just for me! Though many acts of kindness have gotten me from hour to hour, this gesture blew me out of the water! It had me praising God, repenting of every despicable thought towards people and machinery, and got me pumped to finish at (in my mind) an appropriate stopping place. So, I hugged Diane, ate one of the best tasting meals I’ve had in I don’t know how long (no offense to any other wonderful meal), and worked until 11pm. That’d be 14 hours of working today, and I’m still probably going to work a bit tomorrow (Saturday).
Thus, here’s my point in this blog: to those who uplift me from saying a word of encouragement, giving me a smile, sharing advice or food, to those who make sure I get to my car at night (thanks William and Robin), you all represent God’s love, and I consider you close to my heart. May you be blessed because you have blessed me, and may I go on to bless others as I have been blessed by God and you.
Sunday, December 22, 2013
Not about Phil
I can’t even count how many comments I’ve seen about Phil (from Duck Dynasty) and his interview that stirred up so many people.
What grieves me the most is all the divisiveness. Its almost like “which side are you on” and that makes me wonder about something bigger.
From our government’s arguing back and forth from Democrats versus Republicans (and “closing the government), to which way the toilet paper should be on the dispenser (yeah, that’s even a subject of debate among some... wow), there are always going to be disagreements. I’m not saying that we should all become apathetic, let others run us over, or not fight for what we believe in. I do think, however, that we’ve forgotten a great bit of wisdom: we can only control ourselves.
In this holiday season, it is SUPPOSE to be a time of Peace and Love. We are the “United” States, but for years and years, we don’t really act like it. I guess the question that’s on my mind is: why can’t we state our reasoning, disagree, accept others’ viewpoints, and stop bickering? Give it a rest after that. Everyone seems to have stated their piece. Now let’s chill for a bit and enjoy our diversity, our freedom to think, and get back to the one thing that trumps everything: Love.
If we agree to disagree and thus become united again as a people, we have more of a chance to out-ride the hardships that this world can throw at us.
So, what cha say, America?... Peace?
What grieves me the most is all the divisiveness. Its almost like “which side are you on” and that makes me wonder about something bigger.
From our government’s arguing back and forth from Democrats versus Republicans (and “closing the government), to which way the toilet paper should be on the dispenser (yeah, that’s even a subject of debate among some... wow), there are always going to be disagreements. I’m not saying that we should all become apathetic, let others run us over, or not fight for what we believe in. I do think, however, that we’ve forgotten a great bit of wisdom: we can only control ourselves.
In this holiday season, it is SUPPOSE to be a time of Peace and Love. We are the “United” States, but for years and years, we don’t really act like it. I guess the question that’s on my mind is: why can’t we state our reasoning, disagree, accept others’ viewpoints, and stop bickering? Give it a rest after that. Everyone seems to have stated their piece. Now let’s chill for a bit and enjoy our diversity, our freedom to think, and get back to the one thing that trumps everything: Love.
If we agree to disagree and thus become united again as a people, we have more of a chance to out-ride the hardships that this world can throw at us.
So, what cha say, America?... Peace?
Motivations (blog from November)
We Christians seem to have a few unspoken expectations... and yet I suppose, at one time or another, they are spoken. A big one is “God is first”. I don’t disagree and, though many may put on a front to fulfill this expectation for those who have it, this post is not about them (and I’m including me in that because I’ve done it too).
Lately, I’ve been needing a bit of focus and motivation. When I mess up while cooking (has been happening way more than usual recently), I need something to spur me on so I can try new recipes or at least get the ones I’ve been living on right. When I’m at work, I strive to have enough focus to complete the huge task that I’m hoping to complete without boredom (I’ve realized that offices aren’t places where I focus best). Even exercising, I need that bit of motivation to push myself when I’m getting tired (and sometimes motivation to do it in the first place).
For things like caring for dogs (that aren’t mine and for those that are...), that is motivation enough. I’m not saying I want to be an official “dog trainer”, but being with people and cute animals, outside, and getting to move around really makes me happy.
But for now, back to what my issue is. I find myself doing things for others. God is a part of that, but shouldn’t he be all? ...ya know, the whole reason for why I do things?
Lately, I’ve been needing a bit of focus and motivation. When I mess up while cooking (has been happening way more than usual recently), I need something to spur me on so I can try new recipes or at least get the ones I’ve been living on right. When I’m at work, I strive to have enough focus to complete the huge task that I’m hoping to complete without boredom (I’ve realized that offices aren’t places where I focus best). Even exercising, I need that bit of motivation to push myself when I’m getting tired (and sometimes motivation to do it in the first place).
For things like caring for dogs (that aren’t mine and for those that are...), that is motivation enough. I’m not saying I want to be an official “dog trainer”, but being with people and cute animals, outside, and getting to move around really makes me happy.
But for now, back to what my issue is. I find myself doing things for others. God is a part of that, but shouldn’t he be all? ...ya know, the whole reason for why I do things?
Cloudy Day from October
There’s something about rain, listening to James Taylor, and staring in the face of a huge task and thus wanting to procrastinate that makes me more inclined to sit with a cup of coffee or tea and write a blog. Plus, the fact that I’m missing (once again) my beautiful Tennessee Autumn time and the cool crisp in the air increases the inclination. I feel like a little child throwing a fit inwardly, constantly repeating “I don’t wanna! No! I don’t wanna!” So here I am. At the beginning (again) of this task that will change who-knows how many times and will have to be redone (not just tweak) over and over. Is it worth it?
To the guys that traveled on a PMV for hours, probably. For those they will take the literacy kits to, most likely. For the possible change that all of this can effect and the feed back to make it better, sure. But absolutely for those who will learn how to read their heart language and be closer to interacting with God’s Word, it is worth it. So, I start... again. Like a continuous board game that goes around and around, I’m going again. I’ll be back to the States again one day... but for now, I’ve got a job to do. Let’s pump up the jam...
What a somber day. Yes, after some conversation on what word to actually use in describing this rainy day, that’s the word. Not depressing necessarily, but solemn with a bit of gray. One of those days I just want to curl up in a blanket (or something lighter, being here in the tropics... though it can give off the feel of being cool) and read all day. Almost a do-nothing day. Thank the Lord above that its Friday!!!!!!!
“You gotta get up and try, try, try...” ~P!nk Yep, who knew this’d be a motivator?
To the guys that traveled on a PMV for hours, probably. For those they will take the literacy kits to, most likely. For the possible change that all of this can effect and the feed back to make it better, sure. But absolutely for those who will learn how to read their heart language and be closer to interacting with God’s Word, it is worth it. So, I start... again. Like a continuous board game that goes around and around, I’m going again. I’ll be back to the States again one day... but for now, I’ve got a job to do. Let’s pump up the jam...
What a somber day. Yes, after some conversation on what word to actually use in describing this rainy day, that’s the word. Not depressing necessarily, but solemn with a bit of gray. One of those days I just want to curl up in a blanket (or something lighter, being here in the tropics... though it can give off the feel of being cool) and read all day. Almost a do-nothing day. Thank the Lord above that its Friday!!!!!!!
“You gotta get up and try, try, try...” ~P!nk Yep, who knew this’d be a motivator?
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