Hello to all my faithful readers,
I have learned so much about the power of prayer. I can tell that you guys have stepped up the prayers as I asked you to during this time of such spiritual darkness here. It is so sad to see the people everywhere with pujah (it’s a red powder mixture) on their head to show where they have visited the temples everywhere. It’s crazy how even more heavy and dark the atmosphere here is during this time. But yet, I truly truly feel your prayers carrying me in an amazing way.
Last night my teammates and I (nathan and his fiance (almost) and some other co-workers from a different organization) treated ourselves to a fancy restraunt. Honestly I didn’t know there was such here. It was amazing. It was about the price of a nice meal at outback (yummmmy) and the place was gorgeous. It looked like something out of europe. And they had eadible yummy meat. Wow. Glory. The Lord loved on us last night. 🙂
And then today after going to church I decided I needed to take some time off just for me and go on a date with Jesus. I decided to go to the tourist section of town where they have a coffee shop and just spend the afternoon with jesus. It was hilarous though because I decided to be cheap and ride the bus instead of a taxi (how many nepalees plus one american can you fit on a bus.. and how many armpits can you smell (no deodarant) until you kill over and die .. it’s a fun game) but i misunderstood the boy the yells quickly where the bus is going. He said chabil and i thought he said tamel– so i ended up on the complete other side of town. So much for saving money– (I really have a horrible sense of direction). Since I had no idea where i was i had to get off the bus once we got there and take a taxi! But nevertheless I had an awesome date with Jesus… and yes coffee was included.
Can I just share with you what he showed me. I was looking out the window and there was a begger lady holding her hand out for money from anyone that came by. To live here you have to get pretty callous to beggers and basically just walk past them.. which gets really hard. But I was watching her from afar in her tattered worn clothes and just noticed that she really just wanted someone to notice her.. to look in her eyes and provide what she needed.. She was sticking her hand out to anyone that might provide. The Lord spoke to my heart and said, Jenn how many times do my people do that. They stay in the tattered clothes of a begger, sticking there hands out to anyone or anything to provide what they think they need. When instead, I am longing to take them from a pauper to a princess– for them to see me as all they need, the supplier of their deepest longings and needs. Just as you felt like a princess in your purple sari.. i long for my people to stop walking around in tattered beggers clothes, and walk around clothed in their royal robe of righteousness.
Just a thought.. hmmm..