Things are going great here...I wish I could explain everything but time is short. We put on a program at one school of 200 yesterday. There was dance, skits, testimonies, songs, and such. After it was over we had to walk past the swarming kids to leave. They all reached out hoping we would touch their hands and begged for autographs. This was a humbling experience for me...because we were being treated like super-stars, and we are not. We are there for Jesus and no one else deserves the praise.
This morn I learned to make Chai in the kitchen. I have been helping out there lately which is a very good experience. Vagia has been teaching me a lot about cooking and especially tea making. I told her that I would make the best tea in America because I was taught by the lady who makes the best tea in India.
Today we drove over 5 hours total to go to a church and an orphanage. This was great. We sat on floor mats at church (girls on one side and boys on the other). And even though I could not understand the praise songs I clapped along. Afterwards people came up to me seeking prayer and I gave it. Then we took a break for some Chai.
At the orphanage we ate. Then we crammed into the small building that couldn't hold us all. Only 4 of us stayed in the building because it was so crammed. So they lead the kids in songs, crafts, and stories. I was one who sat outside waiting. I normally would have been put out because I seemed unhelpful but this time I felt peace. God was up to something. Outside the little courtyard I was sitting in, there were maybe 20 children with their faces pressed against the surrounding fence. They heard the kids singing and wanted to join. I went and spoke to the mission leader. He said that the pastor told him the children were not allowed in because they were not orphans, but later he changed his mind and all of us in the courtyard (all who couldn't fit in the building) joined the kids with candy and coloring pages. IT WAS AWESOME! The outcasts on the other side of the fence got to join the fun because we were there. I believe that was God's plan all along.
Lastly, I think I should tell you something funny. After leaving the Squatty Potty (which is an experience because of all the clothing I am wearing...seriously, I could fit two of me in my pants), I didn't realize that I had my top tucked into the back of my pants. This is bad! The Punjabi tops must always cover the butt. I was digging in my bag for Hand Santizer (which you must do descreetly so as to not insult your hosts) and a woman approach me. She asked if I needed help. I thought she meant with my bag...and I was like, no thank you, smile. Then she left, came back and asked if I needed help. Still no...then she came back one more time and pulled my shirt out of my pants. I was so embarrased. but it was really funny. Now I have learned, always ask, "help with what?"
~Caroline