CTP

We did a CTP the other day, and it was interesting, as in, I'm in a new country and I am still getting used to Children who do not speak the same language as I, nor do they understand the various expressions on my face (seeing as I have been known for the various expressions that do not make much sense to anyone), so the children just smile bright with their balloons and bags the size of themselves and wonder what in the world I, as small as I am, could in anyway offer.

Aha, they are not the only one's who consider this exact statement as true, I myself have not only considered it, but have kept it running through my head for many days. 'What could I do if I do not speak the language and are unable to understand the minds of small children'? And by asking myself this, I realized that if I tried so hard to understand them, and worked so hard studying, worrying, and scraping my brain trying to make myself more presentable to them, then what good would it do?

I am still planning to learn the language, but, it is only by God that I am able to be noticed by them. Children are small, and they have faith, sometimes more than adults, because they have blind-faith, which can be some of the greatest faith you could ever have.

So I realized, I could just show Jesus to them, through myself. I have no real amazing feature that people would awe at, and no deathly beautiful talents that would be obviously noticed by the world, but I have faith, and I have Jesus, who can be shown through me. So, that's what I can do. That is all I really have.

Farewell.

Kevin

Okay, I'm gonna go ahead and throw out a couple whines and several sad dots because of the lack of Kevin.

He came here about six days after I did, and then, out of the blue, he's like "hey, I'm leaving in like 10 minutes". Now, wait a second! I didn't agree to that, I don't recall saying, 'okay, go on back to Poland or wherever you're from'. Nay!

Anyway, he was super fun, and exciting, and full of sarcasm. He left about 4 days ago, and nobody in the Home has fully recovered, well, except for me. Kaffee always does the trick, oh wait, I'm supposed to be super sensitive and emotional now, because I forwarned my blog-readers that I would be a big mess of emotion, so here goes.

WAAAAAAAAAA, BOOO HOO, SOB SOB, SNIFF SNIFF, (over-flowing tears).

Well, that was a blast, come again soon, and maybe I might just do it again.

Farewell.

Three Cheers for Monty Python and Phantom of the Opera.

He loved leaves



Go ahead and leave you punk...




He Came. He Lived. He posed.



He was a bag of smiles.




Yes, you can reheat chocolate cake.
And yes, I want bananas with my waffles.

Kevin lived a healthy life, filled with various nuts and spices, and fried green tomatoes.
He loved movies like "Short circuit, Princess on Ice, Some like it hot, and of course, Babe pig in the city".
He loved to dance, to pose, and to live life like any young strong soldier should live. I hope he knows we love him, for the man he is, and for the man he'll never...er...he'll grow up to be.

Opera!

Well, we went to a OPERA the other day, and it was fun.
It was called "Madame Butterfly", and it wasn't very cheerful, but that's okay, we'll live.

I have never been to an Opera before so it was quite an experience. The singing was loud, obviously, and the main girl (who was supposed to be fifteen) looked like 100 and wasn't that great, but the main guy was a good singer, though he was like 1000 years old. The opera lasted about 3 hours, and was cool. I would like to go to another opera someday, but I would like to know the story before-hand, just in case it's not worth it.
Anyway, enjoy life, and opera, and various pieces of bread you just MIGHT get in provisioning.

Farewell.