This week has just been a normal week. Classes and teaching and time with friends. There are days where I know I doing exactly what I'm supposed to be doing. This week was one of them. Thiss week I gave my classes pictures and they had to tell a story to connect the pictures. They really enjoyed this creativity lesson. I had a lot of love stories and every boy was named Jack and every girl was Rose, or Heidi if it was a picture of me. (Titanic characters if you didn't catch that). There was also a picture of my mom and me on the Great Wall.. They all wanted to know who my "young friend" was.. or my "younger sister". I even had a student say.. "Your mom is so beautiful.. why aren't you?" haha. I just laughed. I have taught my class sarcasm..
Other than things like that it was just normal. I didn't do much other than clean and hang out. I have been trying to catch up on sleep before our big trip.
Then came today.. Sundays are special days here. They are days that I really get to experience the culture a little more. I am riding a lot of busses and seeing a lot of people. This morning we left a little early so we could get breakfast before we saw the family. I was sitting on the bus to this older woman.. and she just talked away to me. She was just talking about any and everything. I actually understood most of her words and she understood my "chinese" answers. She tried to teach me the correct tones.. haha. That's a joke for me.. I usually just speak really quickly so no one notices my tones. She was 78 years old. Amazing woman. She was beautiful. It made me feel so good that I could carry on a long conversation. It also made me happy that someone actually wanted to sit next to me and talk to me. They weren't scared of me.. It was an amazing feeling.
I miss home Sundays so much. I really get home sick for the fellowship with my family. I love my family here and the time with them. This sunday was even better because some of our family was back with us. It was still hard because the thoughts are not as challenging. I do love getting to hear lessons from home on my podcasts I listen to each week.
I was watching a movie and a boy said.. "The World has so much beauty that sometimes I don't know if my heart can take it. I think it might just explode." I listened to this and my automatic response was to disagree. I see so much hatred and violence. I feel the pain of people around me and those far away. People I don't even know. Sometimes it hurts my heart so badly, I think it might explode.. I wish I more like the boy and saw beauty in even those bad things. So from now on.. I am changing my point of view. I am going to look the beauty in this World on a daily basis.
2 comments:
This is why you're so amazing. It is very rare to find someone who truly hurts and cares like you do. Our brother felt the hurt when he was on this earth, and that is a big part of what made Him contagious and inspiring. I think He also saw the beauty of what the hurt could become. I agree...I need to start looking at that part, too.
You have inspired me to look for more beauty too. I read on the internet that people with weak adrenal glands are more intuitive, more sensitive to others. I like to blame any tendency to pessimism ove all the sorrow in the world on my adrenals! It's not my fault...
:-)
I think of you so often,
Karol
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