Well, this is my blog so technically I can do whatever I want, but this post isn't going to be about India. There will be more on India, but I have something else I'd like to mention.
Today, I went to my home school elevator and basically I'm a graduate! :D Here's a little picture for you:
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Also, I wanted to share an incredible experience with you that I had just a few weeks ago. I'll give you a hint, it involves a band I love very much. :D So check it out!
Friday, June 20, 2014
Monday, June 16, 2014
My Trip to India Part 4
Wete found us at the cafe, right before the cafe's power went out. I was told that happens often.
Wete got us a rickshaw, and we drove to the school he and Sarah are in charge of. Sarah had the kids sing for us. A lot of it was in English, too. They loved singing. It was so adorable. Then a couple of the kids gave us each cards that they had made themselves and signed (OH MY GOSH THEY ARE SUCH GOOD ARTISTS!) and a rose.
We went upstairs where Sarah was allowing a family to stay. It was a 17 year old boy whose kidney was failing I think. I think it was his brother and sister-in-law that were staying with him...Sarah's husband David was also upstairs with them. Anyway, we prayed with the boy and Sarah translated afterward that he said he felt lighter. We prayed with another family who lived in another room, then Sarah took us to the house of one of the girls from her school.
The stairs were very, very narrow, there were plenty of them, and I was wearing a skirt. That's basically when I started hating steps and skirts, and I had a whole week of them in front of me.
We were led to a room with a family, some chairs, and a sleeping boy. They wanted him to wake up, but he was so tired. And cute. We prayed with the family and tried to communicate with the kids. Ellie tried to tell the girl she had a pretty smile. She misunderstood and thought Ellie meant she had something on her face. The problems of language barriers, ladies and gentlemen.
A group of at least five teenage boys came. They didn't know what was going on, but were encouraged to come in. They were told about Jesus, and they all prayed before we left. It was an incredible thing to see. They took pictures with us with their cell phones, then we headed out.
The little girl held my hand as walked down the street. There were more people out than there had been when we'd gotten there. They stared as we walked by. Kids began to follow us. We amassed a very large crowd. The little girl waved goodbye to everyone, smiling big and pretending she'd be going home with us.
She switched to holding Ellie's hand before we got on bicycle rickshaws and waved goodbye to all the kids. Sarah took us to an outdoor market. Mostly people were selling material. As everyone else shopped, I listened to David telling my grandfather about how the women there were taken behind buildings and raped, how they lost track of the number of times they were raped, how the police knew and didn't do anything about it.
The market wasn't really what Ellie was looking for, so we went to another one. I believe it was much more what Ellie was looking for it. It was also much busier. The first store we went into was a jewelry store. A guy there tried to sweet talk me into buying a necklace. He picked out one-that was actually probably the closest to my taste-and put it on for me. Ellie ended up buying it.
Anyway, we spent the rest of the evening walking around the market. We had delicious momos. I was really tired and also extremely thankful when Ellie went into a store where there were two chairs. She tried on clothes and I got to rest for a bit. She ended up buying something and when she was ready to go, I told her I wasn't ready to get off the chair. One of the guys who worked there who had helped Ellie shop told me to stand up and put my hands behind my head, elbows out. I was nervous about it, but when I looked to my grandparents, they didn't seem concerned. It seemed to always work out that way-when Ellie and I were scared, they were fine, when they were scared, Ellie and I were rolling our eyes.
I did as he told me. He came up behind me and before I knew it, he'd lifted my feet in the air. My back cracked loudly, he set me down and...I felt better! More awake. It had been a long time since my back had been cracked. He told us his name was John. We didn't get the name of the other man working there, but we nicknamed him Cashmere because that's where he told us he lived and he was trying very hard to get us to visit.
Wete got us a rickshaw, and we drove to the school he and Sarah are in charge of. Sarah had the kids sing for us. A lot of it was in English, too. They loved singing. It was so adorable. Then a couple of the kids gave us each cards that they had made themselves and signed (OH MY GOSH THEY ARE SUCH GOOD ARTISTS!) and a rose.
We went upstairs where Sarah was allowing a family to stay. It was a 17 year old boy whose kidney was failing I think. I think it was his brother and sister-in-law that were staying with him...Sarah's husband David was also upstairs with them. Anyway, we prayed with the boy and Sarah translated afterward that he said he felt lighter. We prayed with another family who lived in another room, then Sarah took us to the house of one of the girls from her school.
The stairs were very, very narrow, there were plenty of them, and I was wearing a skirt. That's basically when I started hating steps and skirts, and I had a whole week of them in front of me.
We were led to a room with a family, some chairs, and a sleeping boy. They wanted him to wake up, but he was so tired. And cute. We prayed with the family and tried to communicate with the kids. Ellie tried to tell the girl she had a pretty smile. She misunderstood and thought Ellie meant she had something on her face. The problems of language barriers, ladies and gentlemen.
A group of at least five teenage boys came. They didn't know what was going on, but were encouraged to come in. They were told about Jesus, and they all prayed before we left. It was an incredible thing to see. They took pictures with us with their cell phones, then we headed out.
The little girl held my hand as walked down the street. There were more people out than there had been when we'd gotten there. They stared as we walked by. Kids began to follow us. We amassed a very large crowd. The little girl waved goodbye to everyone, smiling big and pretending she'd be going home with us.
She switched to holding Ellie's hand before we got on bicycle rickshaws and waved goodbye to all the kids. Sarah took us to an outdoor market. Mostly people were selling material. As everyone else shopped, I listened to David telling my grandfather about how the women there were taken behind buildings and raped, how they lost track of the number of times they were raped, how the police knew and didn't do anything about it.
The market wasn't really what Ellie was looking for, so we went to another one. I believe it was much more what Ellie was looking for it. It was also much busier. The first store we went into was a jewelry store. A guy there tried to sweet talk me into buying a necklace. He picked out one-that was actually probably the closest to my taste-and put it on for me. Ellie ended up buying it.
Anyway, we spent the rest of the evening walking around the market. We had delicious momos. I was really tired and also extremely thankful when Ellie went into a store where there were two chairs. She tried on clothes and I got to rest for a bit. She ended up buying something and when she was ready to go, I told her I wasn't ready to get off the chair. One of the guys who worked there who had helped Ellie shop told me to stand up and put my hands behind my head, elbows out. I was nervous about it, but when I looked to my grandparents, they didn't seem concerned. It seemed to always work out that way-when Ellie and I were scared, they were fine, when they were scared, Ellie and I were rolling our eyes.
I did as he told me. He came up behind me and before I knew it, he'd lifted my feet in the air. My back cracked loudly, he set me down and...I felt better! More awake. It had been a long time since my back had been cracked. He told us his name was John. We didn't get the name of the other man working there, but we nicknamed him Cashmere because that's where he told us he lived and he was trying very hard to get us to visit.
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