Subject: There are four little children in this internet cubicle with me, watching the crazy bule (foreigner) type. It's more than a little distracting. But also terribly cute.
Date: Oct. 14th
Family:
I was feeling somewhat more confident last night, as I lay on my little mattress awaiting sleep, running through the happenings of a Tuesday in Jakarta and imagining what a Wednesday might bring. I'd just said my prayers, and in that sweet half hour of silence undimmed by the purr of our little fan (broken in two places and still struggles valiantly on), I just waited, and listened. And the thought that came was this: start taking notes. Know places and people and bus stops and phone numbers, because life's about to get a little harder.
Funny, how that works.
President called this morning, with the news that Sister K's going to spend her last three weeks of mission in Bandung. As in, she's moving. Saturday. My senior companion and trainer, off and away just like that. Which means a few things: one, I'll have a new companion. Two, I'll be the one that "knows" Jakarta and therefore holds the authority in where we're going and what we're doing and who we're seeing. Three, I'm going to be here for a while.
Part of me might be a little upset about that, but most of me knows it's a major blessing that I'll praise later---everyone says Jakarta's the hardest place to serve in Indonesia, and it I spend my first 4-6 months here, I'll never have to come back. And I can spend Christmas at Senopati. And keep teaching the children's English Class. And have FHE with Ibu Astuti. And know exactly where to find the most top-notch Bebek Goreng in Tebet.
Still. I was really set on finishing out these last three weeks with Sister K. Change is never what you think it will be, is it?
So that's the news from today, and here's the quick list from the week:
Spent all Saturday (9 am to 11 pm) at the Church, along with every other missionary from Java Barat and members from all over the Jakarta region. School supplies for children in Padang finally arrived late the night before, so we were set to work first thing pulling together backpacks and pencil cases and erasers and rulers and 14 hours later we had filled 12,000 backpacks and 5 trucks for the cause. It was a beautifully long day, full of good, hard, work and the end result of feeling like we'd finally done something quantifiable here. Plus, I made some good friends in Bekasi, and we sang while we worked. Lovely.
Monday morning got to talk with Sister Lily! Her companion called our house to get a number from Sister M., so we had a few minutes to catch up beyond our weekly letters (I know, we're very nearly pathetic). That was quite lovely, too.
Yesterday taught a lesson, huzzah! Would write more but this computer has now died a total of four times and my patience is wearing thin along with the remaining time allotted. Am going to try to send photos again, too, so this is it for now.
Love you. Always.
E
Date: Oct. 14th
Family:
I was feeling somewhat more confident last night, as I lay on my little mattress awaiting sleep, running through the happenings of a Tuesday in Jakarta and imagining what a Wednesday might bring. I'd just said my prayers, and in that sweet half hour of silence undimmed by the purr of our little fan (broken in two places and still struggles valiantly on), I just waited, and listened. And the thought that came was this: start taking notes. Know places and people and bus stops and phone numbers, because life's about to get a little harder.
Funny, how that works.
President called this morning, with the news that Sister K's going to spend her last three weeks of mission in Bandung. As in, she's moving. Saturday. My senior companion and trainer, off and away just like that. Which means a few things: one, I'll have a new companion. Two, I'll be the one that "knows" Jakarta and therefore holds the authority in where we're going and what we're doing and who we're seeing. Three, I'm going to be here for a while.
Part of me might be a little upset about that, but most of me knows it's a major blessing that I'll praise later---everyone says Jakarta's the hardest place to serve in Indonesia, and it I spend my first 4-6 months here, I'll never have to come back. And I can spend Christmas at Senopati. And keep teaching the children's English Class. And have FHE with Ibu Astuti. And know exactly where to find the most top-notch Bebek Goreng in Tebet.
Still. I was really set on finishing out these last three weeks with Sister K. Change is never what you think it will be, is it?
So that's the news from today, and here's the quick list from the week:
Spent all Saturday (9 am to 11 pm) at the Church, along with every other missionary from Java Barat and members from all over the Jakarta region. School supplies for children in Padang finally arrived late the night before, so we were set to work first thing pulling together backpacks and pencil cases and erasers and rulers and 14 hours later we had filled 12,000 backpacks and 5 trucks for the cause. It was a beautifully long day, full of good, hard, work and the end result of feeling like we'd finally done something quantifiable here. Plus, I made some good friends in Bekasi, and we sang while we worked. Lovely.
Monday morning got to talk with Sister Lily! Her companion called our house to get a number from Sister M., so we had a few minutes to catch up beyond our weekly letters (I know, we're very nearly pathetic). That was quite lovely, too.
Yesterday taught a lesson, huzzah! Would write more but this computer has now died a total of four times and my patience is wearing thin along with the remaining time allotted. Am going to try to send photos again, too, so this is it for now.
Love you. Always.
E
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