My devotion this morning was about every kind of virtue being brought into us by two different ways. One way, is taught outwardly by men, and the other, inwardly born in us. This really struck me as how anything comes to us. I think it is so much easier to see God working outwardly, and I can really recognize Him that way. Right now I would love to see how He is moving outwardly, yet I know He is birthing something inwardly in me to use through me at this moment. I am so looking to find and see Him in everything He has for me here. I want to seize each and every moment and opportunity He sets before me as it is Him who has brought me to this place for here and now. I just wish He could give me that courage that so many of you have said you see in me. I don't feel so courageous at the moment. I know I would be afraid to go anywhere besides school by myself.
I have also learned a few more Korean words besides hello, goodbye, and thank-you. I now know how to say yes, no, and I don't know (MO LAH YO). Ironic that I learned Molahyo, because if you know me well you know that I feel when someone answers a question with I don't know it really means "I don't want to go there or that deep" to answer. It is an avoidance answer. I guess in this case it will help me when someone does try to speak with me, I really won't know.
Sleeping was even harder last night. I could have gone to bed at 7pm but held off for a couple of hours. Yet I woke up at 11,12,1,2,2:30,3,3:30,4:30,5:30,6:30,7:30, and then got up at 8. That is if I actually even slept, but it is all the times I looked at the clock. Waking up at 11 was due to the voices of children coming up from the street.
My apartment is at the very corner/end of the building by the street on the 5th floor. The view from my window is of a Kalbi restaurant, Butcher, Bakery, I forgot, and a store. Though I can't remember the things on top. Also, right outside my window on the same side of the street is a Market run by Christians. It amazes me how busy the street is between 10pm and 12am, yet at 8am there is no activity. I am actually writing this in my room on paper and now at 9am the store and bakery have some life and the gates are open, but still very quiet street.
It is not as hot and humid as I anticipated. At least it is not the hot sticky feel with sweat that I recall at home in Michigan. However, my skin is sure loving the moisture in the air. It feels so smooth right now. My classroom I hear molds very easily. The papers and books I took out of boxes yesterday felt damp. And the room has a damp, musty smell to it.
I think it'll be interesting doing laundry, since we only have a washer and have to hang clothes to dry. I am sure while it is humid the clothes (as my towel does now) will have a musty damp feel and smell to them. Just something to get use to.
Every day around 4 or 5 a band practices in the parking lot of school which is right behind my apartment. So taking a nap in the afternoon is a bit hard as well.
They recycle here and you have no choice whether to or not because they will not pick up trash unless you separate it. There is a spot in the parking lot of the Apts for food waste, plastic, glass, plastic bottles, Styrofoam, cardboard, and then trash. Yet not very neat and organized. I have a picture of it.
I had Korean sushi (but it is not raw) last night, some cold noodles in soy milk, soup, Kimchi, and pickled radishes (almost like the beets I had a week ago). I'd butcher the names in Korean if I tried.
I forgot to mention that on day two Gretchen and I were sitting in my room talking (my room is the coolest in the apartment and gets a breeze from the window). While we were sitting there my calendar fell and ripped, and then my perfume bottle cracked just like a car window would. I had to pour the perfume in a glass jar, but now I have a natural air freshener. Which yesterday I needed since I could smell someone smoking from outside.
I am looking forward to opening up our apartment for a ninth grade girl, Abby, who will need a place to hang out. I hear her little sister is in my class. There are about the only white children at school and home life may not be so good.
Gretchen also was amused at how organized my closet and clothes were. Especially my t-shirts and how well they fit. She thinks I will become the fashion teacher this year, at least the teacher the teenagers will come to for advice. Guess time will tell.
By the way, Amber thanks for all the tea you girls left. We have a drawer full of tea from you. However, there was also this bag of green stuff that looked more like something illegal in it. Luckily I opened it and smelled it, thanks for the mint too.
Time to go and work more in my classroom. This afternoon, I will be taking my first trip on the bus with Gretchen because she needs to go to immigration to get her passport. I pray that I am brave, I do know that I will be seeing God in everything though.
I think I forgot to mention how fun it is to be starred at every time I am walking on the street to and from school. Today though a little boy was coming in as I was and said hello and just smile the whole time. It felt like a little hug from God.
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