found tailor,nepalee roommate and more
Hey guys. I just cannot tell you how much your comments that you leave on my blog mean to me. I read them over and over and i always check to see if they are there. So thank you soo much. I love getting the chance to process outloud what God is doing in me (and you guys actually understand english so it works well).
So guess what.. yesterday I ventured out again and found the tailor. Wahoo.. one of my friends drew me a map so I was able to find it… GLORY.. except the funny thing is.. typical nepalee way my clothes still weren’t done 🙂 So I am going to go back tommorow and see what happens. Hope that I can find it again! another funny thing. My friend Sita (who I threw the birthday party for) went with me to the tailor.. so i asked her to help me pick out fabric so i can get some traditional nep. outfits made. So she picked up some beautiful fabrics and such. I kept asking, ” do you think that would look good with my eyes ect” the typical girlie things.. and she would say adjur, rhombro cha (very beautiful:)… I was trying to ask her where i could find a tailor, but somehow i ended up saying apparently in nepalee.. do you have a tailor, these are for you. Hehhee.. so she starting crying and getting all excited and say thank you soo much (danebaugh) so .. what else could i do– i gave them to her. Grin.. i bet she was wondering why i kept asking if they looked good with my eyes!
Sunday my nep. roommate moved in. She is 17 and just really really cute. At first, I must admit it was really difficult for me. She doesn’t speak english..and now my home, which had become my only safe place where I am undestood was also a place where she followed me around and stares because we don’t know what to say to eachother. I was really struggling with the whole thing, because I think I was coming to realize the amount of culture shock that I am in. I THOUGHT that since I knew so clearly the call and had been here before, and was a strong girl who knew how to serve the Lord that I would not go through culture shock. I love how God humbles us though. He places us in situations where in our weakness, only then can HE be made strong. I am learning more and more to cling to HIS promises, and realizing all the ways before things and people filled my life instead of God. I must admit though– i miss my family soo much some days it really hurts. SO if you could please pray for that…
on a happy note– last night was incredible. The girl that i had been trying to get together with and her family and i finally got together last night and it was amazing. Her and her brothers speak good english– so i had a great time with them.. and i got to share the whole story of the gospel– which was awesome. They treated me like a princess also– and fed me like a pig :>) I ate all kinds of weird unidentifiable things– but praise the lord i am still feeling good. I have not been sick since i have been here. Anyways- we ate and i shared the gospel with them, we danced and laughed. I had a great time. They are supposed to meet me and come to church on saturday so please pray 🙂
ok.. that’s all for now.
tata for now (they really say tata for see you later here) I have a lanugage lesson from my cute old nepalee teacher ( i love language class)! I will post a picture of him and my party last night soon.
love ya
I LOVE THIS!! i’m SO GLAD you sent that email out, b/c i was looking at your old blog every day going “when is she going to update????” haha! you’ve been doing it all along. i can’t wait to catch up on what God is doing with you over there. 🙂 🙂 🙂
~love~
Jenn–Can I try that in america. where you tell me something looks good with my eyes that you want to buy and I end up giving it to you:) I would love that….hehhehe….I might try that with mommy too next time we go shopping. Ohhh I love that..Thanks for buying it for me:)…hehhe. I love you so much my crazy sis. I am glad you aren’t shy about trying out your language. even if you mess up that is the best way to learn. I am so so proud of you. I miss you so much it hurts sometimes too:) but I keep praying for you every day.
I love you
Michelle
Jenn,
This is the best blog yet! I laughed when you said that about the clothes! You are such a good sport! I am glad you got to see your daddy, I wish we could have seen you too. I am going to see if Brad will come over and work on the webcam. I love you and I’m talking to Papa so much about you. I gotta go pratice or your dad will get me! Teej
I love this blog! wow! I can just picture you giving the clothes away and the expression on your face when it happened! ha! That is just too funny! I was so happy that you got to see your Dad on TJ’s webcam. I sure want to get it fixed so we can see you!! hope you have had a great day! Momma Ellis
Jennifer, I love you and miss you! Seeing your blog excites me so much. Our daddy is doing so many good things in you!
hey I was in class adn I was thinking over the story of Joseph. He was in prison for 20 years. and I know when he was sold into slavery that he didn’t know the langauge (or at least probably)! I don’t think that you’ll be without communication for that long but I just thought about you when I heard the story.
LOve you Jenn!!!
YOur brother T
Hi Jenn,
Your story about the fabric reminded me that God can even use misunderstandings to bless others (and us in the process). Several years ago I served at a church I used to attend as one of the people who counts the money right after the offering is taken up. Before the service started, a balding gentleman (whom I knew fairly well) handed me a check for $60 and asked me to bring him a $20 bill back at the end of the service. It seemed wierd that he was using the offering as a bank to make change, but the person I counted the money with said she thought it would be okay. So as I’m walking back into the service, I notice that the man is sitting on the end of the aisle with his Bible open in his lap. As I past him, I just dropped the $20 bill onto his Bible.
After church was over, the gentleman came up to me and asked for his money. All of a sudden it dawned on me that I had given the money to the wrong person! I couldn’t believe it. I quickly scanned the remaining crowd to see if I could find the person I had given the money to, and there was no mistaking who it was. The man (who wore a lady’s wig that he had tried to cut to look like a toupee) was almost dancing in the aisle as he was praising God for providing enough money for him to buy food for himself and his wife for the week. I looked at the gentleman standing beside me waiting on his $20 bill and said, “Would you like to tell that estatic man that the money was intended to go to you instead?” He said, “No, I guess he needed it more than me.”
Somehow God temporarily blinded me and caused me to mistake a man with a very bad toupee for a balding gentleman so He could bless a needy person. He certainly has a sense of humor. That’s where you get your good sense of humor and your ability to laugh in the face of some pretty unbelievable circumstances.
Thanks for sharing your funny story. God is using the misunderstanding to bless Sita (and you in the process).
Much love,
Sandra Rose