I'm sure some of you are relieved; one day without my blathering, rambling thoughts put out there as if they really mattered! Oh, I struggle to remember my world isn't the center of the universe. Now, that was harder to admit than it is to feel in my heart. And then I remember that I'm worse than you think, and probably I haven't hidden my heart as well as I've tried. Pride has a way of showing itself to anyone other than the prideful one. C.J. Mahaney's book Humility has been a good read in recent months. I read it slowly and tried to digest it. As he says, the moment you think you have a handle on it though, you've quit being humble. Know how to pray for me?
OK? Want to know why I didn't write yesterday? Let me describe my day! 7:30 chapel. Kent Ringer, a visiting prof from Indiana was the speaker and he was awesome. Another time I'll try to share his 3 main points; they're worth pondering. After chapel, I taught Public Relations for 3 hours. THEN I was followed to my office by students who needed to see me. I met with 4 I think in the next hour before coming home to find something in the frig I wanted to eat. (ever tried cucumbers in your tuna when you didn't have celery? it's not bad. And cabbage works when you don't have lettuce too!) After lunch students came to my house for the next 1 1/2 hours. THEN I went back to listen to 17 students give their first major informative speech.
DRAGGING IN the house, I met my new housemates, Hannah and Stephanie. They're fashion designers, one from California and the other from Ohio. They're here for 2 1/2 months, getting ready to launch Amani ya Juu here in Liberia. They brought A LOT of STUFF with them. Life should take on an interesting twist now. I "wonder" how they feel about sharing a house with an old lady!
I "thought" I'd gotten out of all the extra weekend plans, but LATE last night, after talking to Barry for 1 1/2 hours (yeah! internet was good the whole time) I got an email from Eleazar, the prof who invited me. He's figured out how I can get to Gonta bypassing the refugee camp experience.
Now, I know that "I moan" to you about homesickness, and yet I ALSO KNOW that these seven weeks will feel like a vapor once they're gone. I DO want to experience life in its fullest while here. I think I AM supposed to go to Gonta. Stay tuned for reports from the town about an hour away from here. Jamaima, one of my students, will go with me on public transportation. interesting! When I first got here, I thought Jamaima didn't like me, but we're good buds now. I like ALL my students. Some of the women, however, seem sad, depressed, overwhelmed. I'm thinking of one in particular that I think I'll stop right now and pray for.
Next post, I promise will be pictures. It's TIME now to get ready for round two of 19 more speeches. They 'ARE improving! I have to remember what life has been like for them the past 14 years! And THEN I ponder the standards we put on them. They're TRYING SO HARD to meet them. Pray for my sophomores, please!
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