So what shall i say about , my vacation so far? To be able to praise God in my native tongue is good. To be able to hear other believers sing is good even in Ongole, but to understand the language of the songs is better. To meet and talk with young men who KNOW the Lord and have a passion for him is encouraging. To worship with "my" people, to be welcomed with open arms, to be invited by people I had just met or barely knew, to have free accommodation and an eager invitation by all to return whenever I am able. To be invited to a wedding by a bride I barely got the chance to talk to, to be invited and encouraged by this same girl to come to the front of the church so the visiting pastor could pray for me. To be taught in English. It is good, it is good.
To be in Thailand, experiencing a new culture and lifestyle, to seek out faces of tourists for who is Indian, to realize that suddenly all white people look the same and I cannot tell them apart if not for their hair styles. To walk around a city aimlessly, to wish there were a documentary on 60 year old white male tourists, to see the detail and intricacy of artwork in the temples, to see a culture where everyone smiles. To still be a mom and window shop for crazy patterned pants that my preschoolers would look adorable in. To have hot showers, a blow dryer, and nonwater buffalo beef. To laugh as I realize I am more Indian than I was and not be able to eat more than a few bites of my salad because it was so bland and not spicy. To be complimented by Indian men on my poise and modesty in my Indian clothes...a big difference from the itsy bitsy shorts that are so common here. To miss my children, to wish I could bring one or two with me, just so I could see their eyes grow wide and their jaws drop at the sights. To get very impatient as I realize I must utilize crosswalks and not just stand in the middle of traffic waiting for a 2 second gap.
I miss home. . . Ongole, I mean. But this time of rest and rejuvenation is much needed, and it is good and beautiful. It is good, it is good.
But you know what is even better? You have to wait a bit for that post :)
To be in Thailand, experiencing a new culture and lifestyle, to seek out faces of tourists for who is Indian, to realize that suddenly all white people look the same and I cannot tell them apart if not for their hair styles. To walk around a city aimlessly, to wish there were a documentary on 60 year old white male tourists, to see the detail and intricacy of artwork in the temples, to see a culture where everyone smiles. To still be a mom and window shop for crazy patterned pants that my preschoolers would look adorable in. To have hot showers, a blow dryer, and nonwater buffalo beef. To laugh as I realize I am more Indian than I was and not be able to eat more than a few bites of my salad because it was so bland and not spicy. To be complimented by Indian men on my poise and modesty in my Indian clothes...a big difference from the itsy bitsy shorts that are so common here. To miss my children, to wish I could bring one or two with me, just so I could see their eyes grow wide and their jaws drop at the sights. To get very impatient as I realize I must utilize crosswalks and not just stand in the middle of traffic waiting for a 2 second gap.
I miss home. . . Ongole, I mean. But this time of rest and rejuvenation is much needed, and it is good and beautiful. It is good, it is good.
But you know what is even better? You have to wait a bit for that post :)
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