Friday, September 23, 2011

Day 25: A Kind Taxi Driver

Today I woke up anxious because I knew I was going to have to travel down to the south of the city by myself. There aren't rickshaws down south; there are only taxis. And taxis tend to be harder to get. So I prayed all morning that the Lord would make my travel smooth and that He would provide rickshaws, taxis, and trains and helpful people in case I got in a pickle and had no idea what to do (which still happens more often than I'd like). So I get to the train station and get my ticket like normal with no problem. I got on the right train and even got a seat! (This is a small miracle when traveling down south on the train in the morning.) I arrived at the train station and kept praying that a taxi would come because I wasn't sure how to get to the college from the station. For about 5 minutes no taxis were coming, and I was starting to get anxious because I didn't want to be late. So I finally ask a guy, probably looking desperate, who tells me he's not done with his customer and he's sorry. About 1 minute later he calls me over and tells me to get in because I'm on the way to where he's taking his current customer. I was a little skeptical because taxi drivers are stereotypically the worst about trying to cheat you out of money. However, I was desperate and had been praying, so I just hopped in and prayed that the Lord would make this man (and his other customers in the backseat) treat me right. It was a surprisingly short trip to the college, so when we pulled up I asked him how much and he said, "Whatever." I was thoroughly confused because that has NEVER happened to me before. So I asked for the meter card and he said, "No, no madam, just whatever." So I handed him a 10 rupee bill, which isn't much, so I figured he was going to name a ridiculously high price and I was going to have to haggle and still end up getting cheated. BUT he just took the 10 and said, "Okay Madam." I was so in shock and confused as I got out of the car and walked in that it wasn't until I was inside that I realized I had only given him 10 rupees. I immediately was wishing I could go back and give him more. What a huge blessing and answer to prayer that man was! And again I was overwhelmed by how God is intricately involved in the details. 

(It wasn't this exact taxi, but it looked like this.)

Thursday, September 22, 2011

Day 24: A Typical Tuesday...on Thursday...

Warning: This post is a little "all over the place"...but my thoughts are a little all over the place right now, so I'm sorry if it's hard to follow. 

Today was a pretty average day for me. I woke up at 8am and skyped with my mom and brother. After that I spent time praying and in the Word. Then I showered and got ready for the day. I sent out a text to some friends reminding them of a time of prayer tonight, so I had several conversations going while I was getting ready. 

I don't know where I would be without my trusty little cell phone. 80% of my job is dependent on this thing.
Then Patricia and I left to run by the post office and the mall for lunch, where we usually meet our friend that goes with us to Rajesh and Susheela's house. However she couldn't meet us for lunch today. Patricia and I were both craving McDonalds, which that particular mall has, so we went there anyway. 

We took this auto to the mall. It's a nice color, don't you think?
Our friend was running a little late, so we wandered around the mall for awhile then we took an auto and met her by the ferry. We got on the ferry, which was packed fully of people and crossed over to where Susheela lives. We met like we usually do and talked about the Samaritan woman in John 4. We always ask the same questions after every story: What did you like about the story? Was there anything that confused you? What do you learn about God (the Father, Son, and/or Holy Spirit)? What do you learn about mankind, or people, from the story? How can we apply this to our lives? Who will you tell? 

We all agreed that it is amazing that Jesus (a) talked to a Samaritan (b) talked to a woman (especially a Samaritan woman) (c) knew that she'd had five husbands and was currently with a man that wasn't her husband (d) offered her living water, or eternal life, even though He knew all that (e) she repented immediately (f) she told her whole town her testimony, that Jesus had told her all that she'd ever done (g) and many Samaritans from that town believed because of her testimony. As I have been reading through this story and John over the last few days, I have been completely blown away by Jesus...almost like I'm seeing Him for the first time, through fresh eyes. I'm not sure if I just never let it really sink in to my core or if being out of what's comfortable has allowed me to see it through new lenses or if it's a combination of the two...BUT I cannot get over how (fill in the blank) Jesus is. Some words that come to mind for me: ridiculously gracious, backwards, revolutionary, radical, baller, non-conventional, surprising...there are many more, but you get the drift. 

Honestly words just fail. It's more of a feeling in my stomach. Kind of like butterflies before you meet someone important for the first time or before you're about to give a speech. Regardless, the reality is that Jesus is not a skinny white man with puppy dog eyes and long flowing robes holding lambs and knocking gently on doors. Nope. That's not Him at all. In fact, I kind of picture Jesus as more of a Harley guy wearing chains and leather riding into town shaking things up. Jesus NEVER did the expected. He called out the most educated religious leaders, even calling them a "brood of vipers" and spent time healing the poor, healing beggars, pardoning whores that were about to be stoned, talking to women at wells that were getting around, healing those with little faith, healing those with lots of faith, casting out demons....loving the unlovable and pardoning sinners just like me. I mean seriously, this is the Jesus of the Bible. He has a commanding presence. He is worth it ALL!  Do I really believe that? Have I let that change me to my core? Because I think that if I was living for this man, the man the Bible describes, I mean really giving it all for Him, things might look differently for me. I don't know....just some things I'm thinking about.

So back to today. After leaving Susheela's we went to the fish market near the ferry drop off point, so that our friend could buy some fish to take home to her family. That place was crazy! It was really colorful and really neat to see. However the smell was a bit much. In fact as soon as we got home, we told Lena we were sorry if we smelled bad, and she said, "Yeah, you guys do smell pretty terrible." :)



Shark anyone?

A swordfish!



This dog waited patiently for at least 30 minutes for some food. Then they tossed him some fish heads, and he chowed down. It was disgusting.


So I showered really quickly, then headed to a friends house for a time of corporate prayer. We all shared stories of things that have been happening lately and gave some requests, then we ate (of course we ate...you can't have a prayer gathering without brownies and pizza, right?) and chatted some more. Then it was time to leave and head home, but I had to run by the chemist (same as a pharmacy) and get some B12 injections (because I need them once a month now) before we headed home. We finally got the right medicine, got an auto, came home, watched an episode of The Office, and now I'm writing this. :)

What did yesterday look like? Well the day started with a lady that I met at the mall 2 weeks ago showing up at our door at 8am just to chat. Yeah...that was fun and a little awkward. What will tomorrow hold? Something totally different. I am actually going to speak at a chapel service in a college here. It should be interesting... I don't consider myself chapel material. Don't people with Ph.D's usually do that kind of stuff?


I am so thankful for everything that He has given me. I am thankful for the unexpected. I am thankful for it all because everyday I learn more and more that it is all grace. It is all right from His hand, and when I open mine to receive whatever He chooses to give, joy is always the result. A few weeks ago I was really struggling with what in the world my purpose here is. I kept asking God to draw some bottom lines for me. "Okay God, bottom line, why am I here?" or "Okay, bottom line, what am I called to do?" or "Lord, please, just sum up what the heck I'm supposed to spend my time doing?" "Come on, God, just any kind of bottom line, summary, something. I'm struggling here!" And every single time the response was the same: "Enjoy Me." So simple. Surely it's not so simple. "God it cannot be that simple...and vague...can't you be more specific??" Then I read One Thousand Gifts, and in one of the last chapters (if not the last chapter?) there is a poem from Teresa of Avila:

Just these two words He spoke
changed my life,
"Enjoy Me."
What a burden I thought I was to carry--
a crucifix, as did He.
Love once said to me, "I know a song,
would you like to hear it?"
And laughter came from every brick in the street
and from every pore
in the sky,
After a night of prayer, He
changed my life when
He sang,
"Enjoy Me."

When I saw that poem, I nearly dropped the book. Can it be that hundreds of years before this moment He spoke the very same words to a woman like me in a time of desperate prayer, searching for the point of it all...a little meaning behind the chaos...some purpose in each day...or maybe just some direction when there seem to be endless possibilities?? Yes, it's absolutely possible, and it absolutely happened. Our God is so unfathomably big that it overwhelms me to the point of dizziness at times....and yet, He is astoundingly detailed. He is intricately involved in the everyday, seemingly mundane moments. He knew when He gave me the answer that dumfounded me that 16 days later I'd be reading Teresa of Avila's poem and barely able to breathe at how involved with me He really is. He's totally involved, completely there, ever-present. Opening up my hands to say thanks is the acknowledgment of that involvement, and it has changed our relationship forever.

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Day 23: Sam

I am so thankful for Sam, my sweet puppy. Well, actually he's not a puppy anymore. He's almost 4 years old, but he'll always be a puppy to me. I love and miss him terribly. Sam is the definition of a lap dog. He is super lazy and laid back. If I am sitting down, he wants to be in my lap. If I am walking, he is usually not far behind. He likes to sleep in until noon under the covers. Yes, he's ridiculously spoiled. But he's a great dog. So you can see why I miss him something fierce. Imagine my joy when I got on facebook today and saw that my mom had tagged me in this super cute picture of Sam with their new kitten. I am so thankful that my family is taking care of him, that he has a new friend, and that my mom put up a picture of him today. I needed it desperately. I've been missing home a lot these days. I've been in India almost a year....it will be official on October 5. I am thankful that God is allowing me to experience and enjoy Him here. I am thankful for the family I have here in Mumbai. But I am also thankful for little pieces of home while I'm away.

Sam and Cede snuggling. :)



Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Day 22: Strikes

So today auto rickshaws were striking for the second day in a row, and we are pretty much dependent on them to get everywhere we need to go. I look so forward to Tuesdays because we go to Rajesh and Susheela's on Tuesdays, but not today. Our national partner that goes with us each Tuesday texted this morning and said we should change it to another day. Bummer. I reminded myself to give thanks. Aaaaaannnd today turned into a really chill, calm day. And it was wonderful. Our entire kitchen has been in our living room since yesterday morning, and we didn't know when we were going to be able to clean it up and put it back. Thankfully, we got to do it today. (Which means we can also cook in our kitchen and sit in our living room again. Very thankful for that.) After we cleaned up the common living area, I got to tackle my room and study some Hindi. Side note/random fact about me: I love (most) scented candles. You may think this is super lame, but I don't care. I shamelessly enjoy burning (most) scented candles. So studying, cleaning, reading, watching a movie...really anything with a scented candle is better. So I lit a candle and studied some Hindi after I cleaned up. Aaaaaaand since I'm not so motivated to study Hindi, I give myself rewards. For example, today's reward was a movie after studying Hindi. So I watched a movie in a room that smelled really pleasant and looked really clean. Why? Because autos are striking so I got to take a "day off".  And now I can look forward to Thursday this week (because we rescheduled Rajesh and Susheela's for then). So all in all, it turned out to be a grace-filled wonderful day. 


Some days I have to look for the grace gift a little harder than others. But everytime I take the time to search for Him, for His gift, it's worth it. Before I started doing this, I would've been frustrated all day and annoyed that plans got changed and things didn't go how they were "supposed to." I'm ever so slowly learning that things always go the way they are supposed to. And I can be thankful that He sees to it that what's supposed to happen does.

Monday, September 19, 2011

Day 21: Rattagan

Meet Rattagan. He appears in various places at various times, depending on who has him. I haven't seen Rattagan for awhile. This morning I found him sitting in my bathroom above the shower. I nearly dropped my toothbrush when I saw him in the mirror above my head. So I tossed him in the jungle that is our living room right now (due to Project Roach Poach, Round 2...that's a whole other story) and forgot about him.... Until this afternoon when stumbled upon him hanging outside my door. :)


I am thankful for Rattagan. I am thankful for my roommates. I am thankful for the team that so generously brought Rattagan here from the States to live with us.

Sunday, September 18, 2011

Day 20: Pancakes for Dinner

Pancakes for dinner. Especially at the end of a 12 hour day. Wonderful. 


Also as a bonus, we saw this little guy as we were walking in tonight.


Saturday, September 17, 2011

Day 19: Chai

Chai. An Indian favorite. A Patricia favorite. So she makes it for us in the afternoon sometimes, and it's so tasty. Thank you, Father, for chai!