So, the funny thing about being gone from home this long is the wear and tear it has on your things. My shoes are wearing thinner each day. My jeans are the saddest for me to look at. All of my jeans have holes in them and they didn't before I left. There are also a few more stains, either from paint or charcoal from our wood stoves. I am a pro at lighting fires now because I am always cold here. It is just funny to see how a small wardrobe is affected by life.
It is not something I have ever had to think about before. At home I usually have a closet and dresser full of choices, though I tended to stick to jeans and a t-shirt. Sidenote: My friends here have my outfits memorized. Now, I am not complaining by any means and am well looked after, blessed beyond much of the world and richer than more than half of the human race. That's all on a missionary budget too, which is also known as faith. Hear me, I am exercising faith in God with money in a way I never have had to before, not that I have more faith than you or the person sitting to my left. I do hope to earn some money in the North Island when I move there next week for 3 months. That shall be a feat in itself, so if you think of me, shout out a little something to the Father ( Who is the provider...I say that mostly for myself). I like that Paul was a tentmaker. He worked with his hands and also let others invest in him and what Jesus did using him.
Here is a tangent thought, one of my favorite things in life is when I am introduced to a neat coffee shop (like I was today). To qualify as neat to me: they must have free Internet, have an atmosphere that allows me to sit for a long while, is furnished with old, but loved things, and has a good vanilla latte with baristas that know what's up. After I judge it worthy, I enjoy sitting with a friend, drinking said vanilla latte and journaling/blogging or people watching, while listening to a good playlist. If I were stateside I would get the Coldplay or Norah Jones Pandora radio station going. My coffee shop playlist is good enough here in New Zealand.
What is something that gets you thinking about life? Either reflecting or dreaming?
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