Modest Apparel.

I was forwarded an e-mail with a list of websites for modest apparel. Seriously. Does anybody else remember these or are they a remnant of my homeschool past?

The following is a true story.

I once bought a dress from Kohl’s. It was tan with flower embroidery and sufficiently loose. I wore it in the States teaching summer Bible clubs. Dare I say that I ‘rocked’ the homeschool jumper?

Fast forward a few years, I depart for another type of Bible related adventure in Asia.

Yes, ladies and gentlemen… I brought the homeschool jumper with me.

However, I did not wear it but donated it to my Ugandan teammate who remarked “that dress is so smart!” I hope she wears it with pride.

Happy Anniversary!

Happy Anniversary to Chester, Lisa, Andrew, and Val- my beautiful Calcutta Canadian friends on our one year! I’m so blessed to have met you and known you!
Lots of Love,
Liz

Serious. (Seriously, serious.)

Today I’m thinking of a friend who is arriving home from his Servant Team.

I remember leaving Nepal about a year ago, and how much I cried. I arrived in LAX with JP who then hopped on a commuter flight to her home, and I had 12 hours there alone. I was so excited to eat a hamburger, but I couldn’t bring myself to spend $5.00 (350 npr) on a meal. I was chilling there with my psycho hair, hippie wrap pants, dirty flip flops, and salwar top when all of a sudden I started to cry. Everyone was eating and wearing pajamas, I felt angry for their meaningless, consumer lives. But underneath my judgment I was crying for them because they hadn’t seen the glimpses of Jesus that I’d been honored with.

I like the fact that I have grown immeasurably since that moment, and even though I still have angry moments, I have a more beautiful understanding of grace and my great need of it.

Comments.

Dear faithful readers,
I love your comments.
They bring me laughter and joy.
Cordially,
Liz

Sidenote Story.

When I was young (er) my bedroom window faced the road but I didn’t have shades or a curtain. I was paranoid that somebody was hiding in the bushes across the street spying on me while I changed into my pajamas. The obvious solution would have been to ask my parents to buy shades for my window. I chose instead to change in a crouching position underneath the window… for ten years.

I’m not known for my problem solving abilities.

Confession.

I am an internet stalker.
In a major way.

Does anybody internet stalk me? Because that would be ah-mazing.

Feel free to let me know.

Oops

I misspelled “Deux.” I hate French. That was my rebellion against the hours I have spent trying to understand the difference between the passe compose and the imparfait.

Nouwen, part duex.

Did you hear Indiana changed their time zones? I’m rooting for Michigan to move to Mountain Time.

Today was a coffee day, I also ate copious amounts of graham crackers. Every time I get up at 5:30, it gets easier. I think I am a closet morning person.

I am also a closet country fan. Have y’all heard of the Wreckers? They have some lovely songs about breakups. I really enjoy breakup songs.

I bought another Henri Nouwen book, it’s a way of life. In Heaven he and I will spend hours drinking coffee at a replica of Tibet Guest House (less the smog surrounding Kathmandu) and shoot the proverbial shit. You all are invited.

Lisa, go get your science man.