This time next week, if all goes according to plan, I should be on my way home to the USA! It has gotten VERY hot here, and though I know Southern women aren't supposed to sweat, this one does, and it is helping me to feel better about leaving! (The temp is predicted to reach 98 today and it isn't even summer . . . this is why I leave in Mar!!!)
The boys of Anandoloy are going to sing THE FINGERPRINTS OF GOD by Steven Curtis Chapman Sun at church. It has been such a joy to teach them the meaning of the words and to hear them singing it around the house! We have also looked at Ps. 139, a real favorite of mine and talked about when their hearts started beating . . . they didn't know how long it had been. When you think of their backgrounds and what some of them have been through to reassure them that they aren't mistakes, that God can and does forgive everything . . . what a blessing!!!
I am, in this country, Aunty!!! People 'call' me that on the street. Most of the people that I know here call me that, except my peers. This a.m. I decided to leave home earlier than usual so that I could get a ride on the EMC bus that brings children from Ripon Street, where the office is, to the Pavement Club that meets at Creek Rowe (it is for older children). As the children got off the bus, each of them greeted me, "Good morning, Aunty!" How dear is that?
My friend Rita, who is the headmistress of the junior school at Calcutta Emmanuel School, lost her son in the night. We are all feeling very sad. Abishek lived in Delhi. They will bring him here for burial. It isn't easy, apparently, to do that because of cultural 'rules' about handling dead bodies even when they are in a coffin.
I am feeling the pinch of this being my last week. There are more than a few things to do, and I am feeling a bit powerless to do them because I can't do them alone on this side of town where I don't know 'the lay of the land'.
This has been a GREAT time. I look forward to what's ahead, even though I don't know what it is! Thanks for following me.
The boys of Anandoloy are going to sing THE FINGERPRINTS OF GOD by Steven Curtis Chapman Sun at church. It has been such a joy to teach them the meaning of the words and to hear them singing it around the house! We have also looked at Ps. 139, a real favorite of mine and talked about when their hearts started beating . . . they didn't know how long it had been. When you think of their backgrounds and what some of them have been through to reassure them that they aren't mistakes, that God can and does forgive everything . . . what a blessing!!!
I am, in this country, Aunty!!! People 'call' me that on the street. Most of the people that I know here call me that, except my peers. This a.m. I decided to leave home earlier than usual so that I could get a ride on the EMC bus that brings children from Ripon Street, where the office is, to the Pavement Club that meets at Creek Rowe (it is for older children). As the children got off the bus, each of them greeted me, "Good morning, Aunty!" How dear is that?
My friend Rita, who is the headmistress of the junior school at Calcutta Emmanuel School, lost her son in the night. We are all feeling very sad. Abishek lived in Delhi. They will bring him here for burial. It isn't easy, apparently, to do that because of cultural 'rules' about handling dead bodies even when they are in a coffin.
I am feeling the pinch of this being my last week. There are more than a few things to do, and I am feeling a bit powerless to do them because I can't do them alone on this side of town where I don't know 'the lay of the land'.
This has been a GREAT time. I look forward to what's ahead, even though I don't know what it is! Thanks for following me.
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