Tuesday, May 24, 2022
We wake early to record the video for Sunday instead of taking a walk. Tuesday means a team meeting online. Week to week, things may not change drastically for most of us. Month by month, there are big shifts in our involvements.
When we pass by, this thick vine curls over the neighbor's fence. Smell good, too.
The language school has kept track of our Unit 1 words and phrases in small notebooks. The teacher gave us those yesterday. They have Barbie cover illustrations. All the way home, I'm restless. I don't think I can reach for that notebook without a wince.
When we walk in the door, I grab some Golden acrylics from my office, and squirt 3 glops of color over the doll pictures. A few smears with the closest thing at hand (a housepaint brush I use to dust the keyboard) ... and Barbie is banished. All that's left is a faint outline on the front (left). The paint left on the brush covers the back.
Today we start class with simple conversations. It's also cookie day. On Tuesdays, we take a pack of IbuA's goodies along to share.
The teachers seem happy with the children's books and teaching method manuals being rehomed by our friends. "There are more. Another day." Stuff comes in. Stuff flows out.
On the way home, Kristi and I stop at the store for groceries. These apples almost make me homesick for BC. Indonesians grow a tart local apple like Granny Smiths in central Java. But most eating apples come from New Zealand and Australia as well as the north.
A friend sends 10 packages to BIC, filled with toys, pencils, and other treats to be shared with orphaned children. Our helper bakes cookies and hard-boils 20 eggs. She tucks them into the gift boxes and distributes them to the neighborhood kids.
Wednesday
It's date morning for W and me. Will #PinoTerrace have the green noodles we've wanted to try for ages? W says, "Don't bother ordering. They don't have them." Except, this morning they do. What a good breakfast of noodles, broth, fried shrimp and chicken.
We spot a kindergarten/Gr 1? class strolling along with their teachers. We snap their class picture for them, and then they insist on taking a few with us. The kids are so cute!
One of the teachers takes my phone number.
"Did she contact you?" W asks later in the day. He's lost his credit card, perhaps while crouching down beside the children for the pictures.
I'm in 3 meetings before school and 2 after. On the way down to town, we spot two guys on a motorcycle, transporting a foam mattress. Luckily, traffic is lighter than usual. W hops out to run errands at the base of our hill.
The last meeting of the day is a special delight, a reconnection with someone who is serving Bandung well. We hear the story of how the love of God is drawing hearts to himself. That's always a pleasure to hear.
Thursday - Ascension Day
The Thursday mountain walk is canceled as today is another tanggal merah (red letter day holiday). Today we celebrate that Jesus lived, died, rose from the dead, and returned to his Father in heaven. One helper takes the day off; one comes to work.
Hey, what's that? Two guys are trekking through the property next door, so I go check it out. No squatters allowed!
Whew. It's our landlord. Of course it's on a day that there's tall grass, though the vines and other fast-growing smother-ers are chopped back. The yardman was sick last week and everything grows quickly. He didn't cut that lawn or ours this week - he was trimming back the fast-growing hedges and clearing a path on the jungle plot below instead. Oh well.
W takes down the newspaper wreath hanging upstairs. He starts to carry it downstairs but the silt and dirt slide out of the upper cones. I suggest he toss it over the balcony onto the driveway. Its day is over. It later disappears into the garbage.
A bullet-riddled target, found at the side of the road, goes up in its place. It's a reminder to plan and execute well to reach our goals. I like its primary colors and graphic shape. It tells a story, too. W hangs it high on the wreath's nail. I'll let it sit for a bit, but my first inclination is to move it down 50 cm (18").*Those who are planted in the house of the Lord shall flourish in the courts of our God. They shall still bear fruit in old age; they shall be fresh and flourishing. Psalm 92:13-14 NKJV
*Jesus said, “I will see you again, and your hearts will rejoice, and no one will take your joy from you.” John 16:22
Moravian Prayer: Christ Jesus, as we celebrate your ascension into heaven, we give thanks for the sacrifice of your life for the forgiveness of our sins. May our lives be reflections of the love that you have for us. Amen.
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