May Blog

I know that it has been a while since I have updated my blog and I apologize for that, but I did want to finish with my May blog. For my last month in Indonesia, I felt myself already pulling away and I wasn't so emotional. I was pretty much just trying to finish everything up and plan a trip that I took two of the highschool girls on to Bali. The school's graduation was an emotional time for alot of the students, teachers, and families. It was so amazing how united the missionary/school community was in Salatiga. I have a new perspective on the importance of unity and relationships among fellow followers of Christ. During my last few days in Salatiga, it was somewhat surreal that it all was coming to an end with an unassurance if I would ever see these people ever again. It did finally hit me as I said my last goodbye to one of the jr. high girls whom I really connected with and pretty much became a part of her family from all the time that I spent with them. I was able to stay strong while I said goodbye, but rushed out before a flood of tears began to pour.
Afterward, I, along with two other girls, Nasreen and Michelle, were dropped off at the bus station and took a 17 hr. bus trip to Bali. It was actually a really nice bus with lots of leg room and reclining seats, and the $15 price wasn't too bad either. :) We slept most of the way which made the 17 hours seem alot shorter. We got a taxi to our hotel and after arrival we settled in and freshened up a bit. Nasreen was craving McDonald's for about three weeks prior to Bali, so that was our first goal. We decided to try to save money and walk to the nearest McDonald's, but the supposedly "15 min. walk" ended up being like a really long, strenuous 45 min walk on the beach baking in the hot sun. Okay, well, maybe it wasn't that bad, but we did get sore for the next couple of days because of that "walk." One thing that was kinda weird was that there were alot of Europeans in Bali. As you may or may not know, Europeans tend to be alot more "free"...? in terms of clothing. Then there was me and the two M.K.'s who have been sheltered in our little muslim village for the past year in which wearing short sleeves could potentially be considered as "immodest." So I guess that's when the "reverse culture shock" started to happen for me because we were wearing jeans and t-shirts walking down the beach where everyone else was practically naked. We were for once "overly modest." Another time when I felt the "reverse culture shock" was when we went into the little supermarket to buy some shampoo and I became overwhelmed by the wall full of different types of shampoos. I was like "Who needs this many varieties?" considering I came to really enjoy the simplicity of having to choose between only two shampoos in Salatiga.
We were able to rent motorcycles from a taxi guy for only $5/day. It was really nice to have the freedom of being able to go places whenever. So we took an adventure one day to try and find this place called Sukowati which had really cheap souvenirs. However, it was across town and they told us it would take about an hour to get there...an hour if you know where you're going that is...meaning if you are not from around there and considering there are no street names only visual markers...it took us about 2 1/2 hrs. Nasreen and I thought it was actually really fun trying to pull over every 15 min and use our broken Indonesian to ask people how to get there. It was like an adventure that made it much more rewarding when we finally got there. We dressed up a couple of nights and went out to dinner which was pretty fun, and we even took Salsa dancing lessons one night. Overall, the trip was really relaxing and went smoothly and it was just what I needed to make the transition a bit smoother.
From Bali, Nasreen and I took a flight to her house in Jakarta and stayed there for a couple of days. It was finally time to come home and Nasreen dropped me off at the Jakarta airport. I was mixed with emotions and was ready to come home because I didn’t want to have to say even one more heart-wrenching goodbye after Nasreen. I was filled with joy anticipating seeing my family and my friends who were only two flights away, but out of sorts thinking that it’s all over with. During the plane flights, I was able to just pray and remember all that God had brought me through in the past 10 mos, and all the big and little lessons that He had taught me about Himself. As I was flying into the San Francisco airport and counting down the minutes until we landed, I don’t think I’ve ever been so excited. I rushed out and went through immigration, got my luggage, and came out with a huge smile seeing some of my best friends and my parents waiting for me! As we were driving back home, I asked them if we were going to go out for dinner or something, and they told me just wait until we get home and we’ll figure it out from there. That’s when I was starting to wonder if something was up. When I got home and came through the door, some of my other friends were there to surprise me. They had decorated the house and brought lots of food, but I was just so glad to see everybody and “catch up.”
As for the summer, one of my goals was to prioritize relationships. That is one of the lessons that God has taught me this past year. I’ve always been somewhat of a workaholic and buried myself in work, school, and church activities because it was easy for me. I liked the fact that I could go to work or school and know exactly what I had to do and what was expected of me to “succeed,” and I didn’t have to deal with relationships which take a lot of time, effort, and at times can be painful or wearisome without having a lot of gold stars on the world’s “succession ladder” such as jobs, prestige colleges, etc… However, God taught me that relationships are what life is about especially the ultimate relationship of pursuing to know Christ our Lord. I’m not saying that I’m planning on not having a job or going back to school ever again, but finding that balance and not seeing spending time with people as less worthy than getting a 4.0 in my next chemistry class.
For this next year, I got a waitressing job at P.F. Changs( in Pleasanton if you want to come visit! J) and am taking some fun classes at Las Positas while possibly starting up some bible studies with some girls whom I have mentored in the past. I am currently applying to Moody Bible Institute for the spring of next year hoping to major in Women’s Ministries. For long term future goals, I’m still not exactly sure where God will be leading me, but I’m open to a lot of different areas even if that means going overseas. I’m just trying to enjoy life right now and take it one step at a time trusting in the Lord and watching where He will lead next. Thank you so much for supporting me with your prayers and finances because God has really blessed me this past year through whatever support you have given me. I have learned so much more about whom Christ is and who I am in Him, and hopefully was able to share His light to the students that I worked with and the Indonesians there who were lost that I came into contact with.

Prayer Request

1. To stay strong in my relationship with Christ above all and keep my eyes on Him so that I may not waver with frustration, pride, or lack of wisdom.
2. God’s guidance and direction for what to do next year.
3. For God to continue using me here in the girl’s lives by giving me wisdom, patience, strength, and faith.
4. For the transition time to not be too difficult and be diligent in keeping up with the relationships even when I go home.

April Update

Small groups will wrap up at the end of this month and we are currently planning the last youth group. I have been continuing to use different venues to reach out to the girls whether that will include cream baths, helping with homework, working out, or spending the night and spending time together. God has been teaching me a lot about wisdom and patience as the girls have been sharing with me their struggles.

This month, I've been involved in one small group with the 9th-11th grade girls on the book Captivating. It has been really great this quarter to stay more low key in terms of small groups and planning because it is my last full month to just spend quality time with the girls here. I have enjoyed the small group...maybe it's considering the fact that I'm not leading it for once and instead it's one of the senior girls. The small group is in a more relaxed setting and I get to just talk with the girls about the heart issues that we go through instead of having to be so focused on "teaching." Formal teaching is great, but I think a majority of "teaching" or "discipling" is based more on the way you live and the time you spend with others instead of some 3-point lesson you make up which truthfully, I don't think I can remember a full lesson that I've learned from youth group or sunday school. Since I've been getting to know the girls better and better, it seems like my time is always occupied by trying to spend as much time as possible with the girls before I leave. It gets hard at times because I feel myself already pulling away and imagining how hard it will be to leave these girls whom I have grown so incredibly close to after walking with them through their joys and struggles. However, I guess that's something to give thanks to God for because that just means that God has worked inside of me and through me which is what my reason for being here was. For if I wasn't sad about leaving, that would only mean that I never really connected and shared my heart with the girls here.

Jr./Sr. Banquet at Kayu Arum Resort

The Junior class organized a banquet for the Seniors that was held at the local resort, Kayu Arum. They were trying to surprise the seniors with having dancing at the banquet considering the school has never allowed dancing before. However, they researched the rule book and found out that there could only be dancing if it was taught and supervised by a trained instructor. Luckily, one of the teachers had taken dance classes during college, so he ended up being the instructor. We first learned the Tango and would alternate partners every 5 minutes. We then learned the Salsa which was probably my favorite, but also the most tiring. Lastly, we learned how to swing dance. It was alot of fun, even though I was drenched with sweat by the end and when I twirled, the sweat with fly off my hair...haha...At least I had no one to impress!

Horseback Riding in Bandungan with the Paula and her family

There is a mission organization here known as New Tribes Mission and they have a two month orientation for all the new families filled with lots of fun excursions and getting familiar with the country. One of their activities was to go horseback riding in one of the neighboring cities, Bandungan. They invited me to come along since I've never been. It was absolutely amazing. I felt like I was in the movie "The Last of the Mohicans" with all of the beautiful hills, trees, and waterfalls.

O.C.'s Women's Retreat in Solo, Indonesia

My organization, O.C. International, held a women's retreat this month. It was held at the Lorin Resort in Solo, a city about 1 hr. away, for about three and a half days. It was so relaxing as a majority of our time was eating meals together and talking, alot of sharing and praying for each other, shopping, reading, or watching movies. I was so refreshed by the whole retreat. God definitely knew that I just needed a break as I was an emotional wreck and drained from all the uncertainties of the future and having to leave all the girls. God revealed to me so much when I was there and gave me peace. It was not necessarily by the speaker, but just through the conversations I had with the other women that I'd have to say conversations were ordained by God. I'd love to write it all of what God had showed me while I was there, but I'm afraid it might be too long to write here, but if you'd like to know, just e-mail me and I'd love to share!

(All the Salatiga O.C. women) (The Bandung and Salatiga O.C. women)

(Scarf Shopping! Of course! :) ) (Small prayer groups)

(Out to dinner with all the ladies at

an amazing Italian restaraun, Solo Mio) (Just Me! )



Atik's Wedding

I along with Mr. and Mrs. Fosdal were invited to one of the girls that were part of Karen's home-stay English program just two months ago. Weddings or funerals in Indonesia are typically held right in front of the house on the street. They just block off the end of the streets and put a tent in front of the house and place some plastic chairs around. We arrived on "indonesian time" which means that if the invitation says 9:30 a.m. you don't leave your house until about 10:00...even that might be considered early because the wedding may not even start until 10:30. Except for this time, they did actually start when they said they would. Oops! When we arrived, they walked Karen and I up to the very front at the seats of honor, even though we were extremely late. I asked Karen why they would do that even though we weren't even that close to Atik consider we just met her about 2 months ago. She responded that because we are white and are accepting enough of their culture to even just show up. It was also very interesting how they split all the men and women up, even if they are married.

(This little girls cracked me up because she just walked over to where I was sitting and gave me these horrible looks...soo I decided to take a picture of her while she was doing that and show her what she looked like...she then ran away from me...but not for long, she kept coming back and giving me these dirty looks....oh well! I guess if you're cute, you can get away with anything)

Prayer Request

There has been an incident here among the Salatiga expat Christian community. There is a missionary family that have lived here in Salatiga for about as long as I have, so maybe 9 months and have two kids. Their nine yr. old daughter, Anna, goes to Mountainview International School for just a p.e. class. Well, yesterday, her mother rode her bicycle to the school to pick up Anna from her p.e. class and they both rode their bicycles back to the house. Anna was following her mother, but by the time the mother got to the house, anna wasn't there. She looked frantically for her daughter and her helper ran back to the school trying to find her. About an hour later some indonesian people came to their house with Anna's body that they found in a river under a bridge. I still don't know all the details as this has just happened yesterday afternoon and they will be holding a memorial service for her today. Please pray for the Borger family as I can't imagine how much pain they must be going through right now, however I know that they will need people's prayers right now.

March 2008

March


This has been yet another great month filled with lots of “new experiences” and learning more and more about who my Lord is. As an overview for this month, we have finished off the 3rd quarter set of small groups and are starting up the last set of small groups for the 4th quarter. I went along with the school’s 4 day mission trip to Madura. For spring break, I was invited to stay with one of the student’s family in Jakarta for a week. The rest of my time for this month has been filled just enjoying the relationships with the girls here that God has blessed me with, whether it is going out for dinner, working out in the mornings, getting coffee, doing homework together, or simply just hanging out.


(Bottom Picture: Group picture of the JV Girl's Basketball team that I helped with)



(Top Pictures: A slumber party that I held for the JV Girl's Basketball team!...We did make-up, watched movies, dancing, and ate tons of junk food!!! :) )

Madura

A group of about 35 students went on a school-led field trip to the island of Madura. Madura is, or at least was, probably one of the most conservative Islamic cities in the country. The only way that the school was able to get in was by being invited by one of the Islamic boarding school’s director to help teach English and to “experience their culture.” This is the second time the school has been invited to come this school year which is really exciting to know that God is working there. A lot of the students at Mountainview who went last semester have kept in touch with the students they met at the boarding school, so they were able to follow up with those relationships when they came back this past semester. At first, I didn’t have the best attitude about the trip for going again. I felt like it was too short of a time to stay there and too far away. (I was quite happy because the 2nd time we went, it only took 9 hrs. to get there by bus instead of the first time we went which was 15 hrs.) I felt like it was pointless because the relationships would just fizzle after we came back to Salatiga. Also, if there were any seeds planted, there would be no follow up because of how far away it was, and the seed would just die. I decided to still go along because I thought it would at least be a great time to get to know the students better during our 20 hrs. of traveling, regardless of how I felt about the actual purpose of the trip.
I’m so glad that I did end up going because God thankfully proved me wrong and taught me even more about who He is. He is so much bigger than I have given Him credit for. During those two days that we actually spent with the Madurese people, the gospel was shared over 100 times. I was blown away, and humbled for thinking that God couldn’t use the students within two days. Not only did He work through us to make Himself known to the Madurese, but He also worked in us, especially me. When we got there to the Islamic boarding school, the Madurese students warmly welcomed us.

(I know! I know! I cheated! I took the Gilbob(the head covering) off because that thing is so uncomfortable and hot...and the Madurese girls said that it was ok...sooo I kept it off until I met up with the rest of the school and the Mountainview director...shhhh! Don't tell! :) )
I got to talk with one of them in particular, and she later asked me to spend the night at her house. I blurted out “Sure,” not really thinking about what I really said. The moment after I said that, all of the logistics just hit me. “Wait, where does this girl live?” “Didn’t I come to Madura to spend time with our students?” “Oh my goodness, I can’t speak the language, and I think I’ve had enough of a hard time just trying to figure out how old she is. Now I have to spend an entire 18 hrs. of nonstop frustration with the language?” “Who are her family…they could try to kill me in my sleep for all I know just by the fact that I’m Christian.” Ok, so I think you get the point. I then try to counter my response with trying to squeeze myself out of it. I told her I’d have to ask permission from our group leader, and if I can’t, then maybe we can just hang out for the afternoon. We eventually left the boarding school, and I told the girl, Fia, to text me later to see if I can come over. I got back to the hotel and was ready for a nap. I ignored the fact that my cell phone was off, so if she did end up texting me, I “accidently” didn’t have my phone on. I was suddenly woken up by a knock on the door, so I stumbled my way over. When I opened the door I saw David Fosdahl, he then notified me that two girls from the boarding school were here to pick me up to spend the night at their house. I was shocked. How did they even know where I was staying? I then walked over and talked with them and told them that I still haven’t asked yet. I walked over to our group leader Kim and “asked” her…but more phrased a question in the way to where it seemed like it would be a better decision to not go and just stay here with our students. She then prayed for me that God would give me courage to do what is best. I was thinking “what?!?!” I didn’t want you to pray for me…I wanted you to tell me that I probably shouldn’t go.
Right then, I just felt like God really wanted me to go with the girls. I guess I knew when Kim asked God to give me courage in her prayer, because who needs courage to hang out with the students which I’m comfortable with. I grabbed my backpack and just put a few things in and went with them….to who knows where. God showed me that I actually didn’t have as much faith in Him as I might think. As soon as I got onto that local bus with them, I felt like my last finger had finally slipped off my own control. I was completely dependent on God to take care of me, to give me the strength to get through the language barrier, and to protect me. I then thought, this shouldn’t have been the first time I felt like this. I should always be only dependant on God and nothing else letting Him lead me to wherever He best sees fit to further His kingdom. During that bus ride to the girl’s house, I felt so much peace, probably the most peace I’ve ever felt. I wasn’t relying on what I knew and was comfortable with or being in the safety of my parents, family, and friends, but relying completely on the Lord.
My time there ended up being really fun…very new, but fun. I experienced the Indonesian culture more in that one night than in my whole time here. She introduced me to her entire extended family, forced me to try foods that looked like it was made up of animal intestines and eyeballs, we walked through an Indonesian hospital because I was curious, and her friend even climbed up a palm tree and got two coconuts for me because I said I wanted Es Kelapa(A Coconut with sugar and ice.) The next day, I went back to the hotel and she gave me a little stuffed animal that said “I love you” on it to remember her by.
I’m sorry that this was pretty long, but I thought it was one of the best times I’ve had here and wanted to share it.









(Right Picture: The girl to the right to the left, Fia, is the girl who wanted me to spend the night at her house and the girl sitting on the other side of me is her sister, Ice.)


Jakarta

One of the relationships that God has blessed me is my friendship with a girl named Nasreen. She has one of the most complicated yet interesting stories I’ve ever heard of. She is only 14 and already has about 6 passports. She is probably one of the most culturally knowledgeable people I’ve ever met. Anyways, for a little history on our relationship, she absolutely could not stand me when I first arrived as I thought she was some weird, closed-off, nature girl whom I’m probably never going to have a relationship with this year. She was challenged by one of her friends to give me a “shot,” and I think that was definitely God. I have learned so much from her and I have probably connected with her the most here which by outsiders might even appear to be a miracle. Considering she is a girl who grew up in Africa with very little materials as there were nights when her family wouldn’t even have enough money to have food on the table which then makes her also one of the most frugal people I’ve ever met. To make a long story short, we are pretty much polar opposites except for the small exception of both our mothers are from the Philippines.
She invited me to come home with her over spring break to Jakarta because they make all the dorm students go home over the breaks. I decided it would be fun because I’ve never been to Jakarta. As a result, we took a plane and stayed in a pretty nice apartment in the middle of Jakarta with her mom. I was so relieved to be back in civilization which also means STARBUCKS!!! J I felt like it was almost reverse culture shock as I was weirded out that I didn’t actually have to walk 2 miles or take a 13-person filled mini-van to town to get to a store…oh wait! And I can actually find all the things I need in one store instead of having to walk from store to store trying to find some common toiletries? Most people hate it in Jakarta from all the traffic, yet I found it homier to see actual cars on the road instead of hundreds of motorcycles flying by…even though there was still a ton of motorcycles, there was just more cars. Also, you’re never going to believe this one, but! There were actual malls!!! Haha…That was also really weird because I walked in and felt really out of place in my relaxed, comfortable, and modest clothing as all the girls walking in were in little heals, short shorts, cute tops along with their chic, flashy purses and sunglasses. I have always fit in the mall, so that was weird…I mean the mall was practically my second home back in Cali…aah!!! Was that what I really looked like? Haha…Don’t worry, just give me two weeks once I get back, and I’ll be back to the same old purse-obsessed Lisa. The time in Jakarta was really relaxing as we pretty much sat around all day laying out next to the pool and reading, or sitting inside and pigging out on ice cream while watching Model TV to make ourselves feel bad about ourselves. We also went to the mall a few times to browse through the stores and lust over all the cute things that we couldn’t afford. We met up and the spent the night with another Mountainview student who went back home to Jakarta as well, and her family took us out to a Korean restaurant in which all the food consisted of most seafood and spicy food…the only two type of foods that I really don’t enjoy eating. Some of the other things that we did was go out with her dad to some amazing Indian food, or go with her mom to the beach. However, what I enjoyed the most was the quality time that I was able to spend with Nasreen and learn more about who she is and where she came from.


(Top Picture: There was a YWAM team that was doing a project in Jakarta and were staying in the same apartment complex as Nasreen's mom. They held a party for their last night there that we were invited to.)


Beach Day with Nasreen and her mother! It had one of the most beautiful sunsets I've seen. We had so much fun with our "photo shoot," and singing worship songs while watching the sunset.

Mail

I'm thinking this might be a little bit in the game, but I finally figured out the mailing system. Well, sort of. The Fosdahls have always told me that mailing wasn't that good if people wanted to send me stuff. However, I was talking to a lady here from a different organization, and she told me that they have somewhat of a post office in their house. She said that everybody who lives here has always received what was sent to them, and I can feel free to hand out their address. SO. :) If you ever had that dying desire to send me a package, now you can! :D Here is the address.

Attn: Lisa Tannehill
c/o The Weeks
Jl Bangao #18 Rt. 02/RW14
Cabean (Di depan Puskesmas)
Salatiga, Ja-Teng 50721
Indonesia

She said that things normally arrive within 2-3 weeks. Also, If you would like to call me sometime which I would absolutely love considering I don't have anyone's phone numbers out here to call, I am on Skype everyday from 10 p.m.-1.a.m. Sunday-Thursday nights American Time.

January and February 2008 in Salatiga

Aaah! Ok, so I am going to be better at this whole updating thing…well, if not, then at least I’ll make a really good 2007-2008 school year update letter in June…J I have been back in Indonesia for 8 weeks now and it has flown by so fast. These last two months have been really amazing. I’m pretty sure I have gotten over the whole culture shock phase, or at least for the most part. I didn’t realize how much it had affected me last year just from what I’ve heard of what others have perceived of me. However, they said it is very normal. I finally feel like I have a better grip of how things are run over here, not completely, but a lot better than last year. I have so many great relationships which seem to have come from nowhere, but I know that it is the evidence of God being here with me. I have a better understanding on what the girls are like such as what they like to do or what they struggle with. Understanding the girls is actually a lot more complicated then I foresaw when I was first coming out here in August considering they are “TCK’s”(a.k.a Third Culture kids). I’m able to organize things a lot better such as small groups, Sunday services, retreats, outings, and such because I’m not as reclusive and feeling overwhelmed from the culture shock. I also have bought a new desk for myself at the office which inspires me to write to people and stay organized. J Mind you that I said inspire not necessarily make me actually do it…J

I arrived back in Salatiga on January 10th along with my brother. It was really great to have him here with me because we were able to do a little sightseeing together, but primarily because I’ll have somebody back at home that can really understand what I had went through. He went back after a month and is now helping with some missionary work in Tijuana, Mexico.

Ministry:
Nathan and I started small groups back up for this quarter. I am leading two small groups. One is with 10th-12th grade girls and we are reading through the book of Romans. My other small group is with two 8th grade girls and we use the time to pray for each other and keep each other accountable. I also attend another small group which one of the senior girls is leading. It’s on the book captivating. I like to go to hers because I can spend time with the girls without feeling pressured to lead it.
I am currently working with the dorm parents trying to start up a Sunday service for the youth. We have already had some services. However, it’s somewhat dragging because we don’t have a set direction. I'm hoping to see it be a place to give opportunities for the students to lead, so some prayers for that would be great. I’m really excited about it because after Nathan and I leave there will be the dorm parents to keep it up. The other reason for it dragging is because the school had given us a youth building to fix up back in January which we were planning to have the service in. However, it’s taking a long time to paint and get it ready, so currently we are just meeting in the boy’s dorm.

I am really enjoying getting to know the girls out here. I’ve learned so much about what other people around the world go through. I’m pretty sure that God has been teaching me a lot more than I have actually been used by God to teach others. There are two coffee shops in town which just opened at the end of last summer right before I had arrived. Wasn’t that the perfect timing? That has been a blessing from God for my ministry here because I have had my small groups there and I also just take the girls there after church on Sundays or whenever to get to know them better and listen to whatever is going in their life. A couple of weeks ago, I and two senior girls began to start working out every Monday through Saturday morning from 5:30 until about 6:30. Some other ways that I have been getting to know the girls is by eating lunch with them at their school every day and helping with homework in the evening. In addition, this one is quite interesting, I have been asked to help coach the JV girls’ basketball team considering the coach is a guy and wanted to have some adult female presence around. I told him that I have never played basketball nor understand anything about it. In fact, I just learned where the 3-pointer line was and why it was called that a couple of weeks ago. I ended up agreeing, and it turned out to be something I had really enjoyed doing. I was in charge of conditioning the girls which was tiring because I had to do the exercises with them or else they would have given me attitude, but they would ignore the fact that I had to do it twice with both sets of girls. However, it ended up being a great time to connect with the girls as they feel a lot more comfortable with me now. The basketball season just ended last week, so I through a slumber party for them over the weekend in which I realized that I don’t exactly have as much energy to stay up all night anymore as I did when I was in Jr. High. Aah! I’m getting old! J This week, some of the girls and I decided to join a Kung Fu class held at the school. I’m so excited!!!

Other Aspects of Living in Indonesia
After my brother had went back, I started language learning back up at the language school, IMLACK. I didn’t realize how much I had forgotten after going home for only a month. I will take my evaluation to pass Unit 1 tomorrow, so wish me luck! In February, Karen had another group of five girls from an Islamic college stay at the house for an English program. This is the second time that I had been in the house when she had done this English program for the Muslim students. I really liked the first group who was here last year in November. I got to know them well, and we all cried when they had to leave. When this new group of girls came, I was somewhat pulled back only because I was so focused on my ministry with the girls at the school and partly that I didn’t want to get close again and have to say goodbye. However, these past group of girls really liked me for some reason and always wanted to talk to me. I felt really convicted after a week because here God has placed these girls into my life who were obviously lost and yet I didn’t “feel” like getting to know them. Subsequently, I started to spend time with them during the daytime whether going out to lunch or watching Oprah on TV. J They even invited me to spend the night with them in their rooms, but one of the more strict Muslim girls to me that I “can” go into my own room now meaning she wanted me to leave. I think it was because a non-Muslim is not allowed to see them without their head coverings, but I’m not sure. However, one of the girls did ask me why I decided to come out here to ID and I told her that I felt God was leading me here. Another time I had woken up at 4:00 a.m. to study the Bible for my small group and later they told Karren that I was very diligent. However, what they didn’t know was that I HAD to do that considering I had procrastinated to the very last day in which my small group started at 6:15 a.m….oh well. J They left last week and I told them that we would get together sometime this week for lunch and still hang out. Please pray for me that God would use me to show the love of Christ in their lives. I would feel so overjoyed if one of them learned the truth of who God is; even if that was the only thing I ended up doing out here this year.

Coming Up
For the future, I will be going on one of the school-led mission trips to Madura this weekend. I’m really hoping that this would be a great time to go to know the girls better as it will be a 3 day trip with a 15 hour drive one-way. Yup! It will be a really great time for conversations…maybe even a little too much time. J During spring break, which is in only about 10 days, I’m probably going to be going to Jakarta with two of the girls at the school and be staying with their families for a week. After that, there will only be 8 more weeks left. aah! It’ll fly by so fast. I’m surprisingly not looking forward to having to leave. The girls have already been talking about me leaving, and asking if I can stay another year or saying how weird it’ll be when I leave. I’m like “I’m not gone yet!” but I can already see that it’s going to be hard.

Prayer Requests:

• God’s guidance in my life for the future after this year
  
  


• I would have wisdom and love for the girls here so that God may continue to use me here
  
  


• Wisdom and Energy to finish strong the last quarter here as well as help guide on what the youth need for next year




• My own personal relationship with the Lord will become stronger and I would be more attentive to what His will is for everyday to long term circumstances.




• For opportunities to be a witness and share the love of Christ to the Muslims around me. In particular, in the lives of some of the girls who have went through Karren's homestay program: Okta, Atik, Kipti, Endah, Arni, and Ila