So, how about some humor for a minute?
Y'all, it is HOT here right now. Really, in the grand scheme of things, its not so bad, but take a minute and digest these words...
No. Air. Conditioning. In. The. Bus.
Picture sitting for an hour, and then standing up...and leaving a butt-shaped puddle in the seat.
Yuck. (Or "Foo" in Russian.)
Also, the inability to flush the toilet paper, while not a terribly tragic hardship, is proving a challenge for the habitual among us. As in...at least one member of our team has had to fish TP out of the toilet no less than 6 times.
The water goes on and off randomly in our apartment, and that makes it even more interesting. Imagine eating a GIGANTIC meal, which you have to eat all of because the faces of the cooks are expectantly wondering what your thoughts are, and then returning to your apartment to find that, regardless of how badly you need to "take care of business" ...there is no water to flush the business.
We have all become very familiar with each other's 'I need to poop' faces.
Yesterday we drove two hours to have lunch in homes of church members, and we once again experienced the overwhelming love of the Kazakh people. The table was so crammed with plates of food, and surrounded by so many chairs we were encouraged to occupy, that we could barely move.
And, may I refer you once again to the opening line.
It. Is. Hot. And. There. Is. No. AC.
Todd was honored with the gift of a traditional Kazakh robe and hat, which he had to put on immediately, our translator informed us, so as not to offend.
Sweat was rolling from his brow. He was poised and grateful, and DRENCHED in sweat.
I'm giggling right now, just thinking about it.
The Lord continues to move, and we continue to struggle with our selfishness in the face of it. The heat and the discomfort and the long days and short hours of rest take their toll, and we get on each others' nerves and bite each others' heads off and then we go and stand in front of people who ask us to pray for them.
I can't describe how humbling that is, and how convicting.
Tomorrow begins prayer meetings, where I am told that people will walk for miles to have us lay hands on them, and wait all year to have us pray again.
There are tears among us as we anticipate what the Lord is asking of us, and knowing our failures in light of it. Please lift us up. We are only lumps of clay, as my mama says, and we are unworthy of all the Lord is asking of us.
But we are here. And we are blessed that you pray for us.
You are great, and merciful, and powerful, and holy, and righteous, and WORTHY of the light and momentary discomfort of our days. We are so unworthy to be used by You, but we offer what we have, and we thank You in advance that you will hear us. We are EXCITED to be used by You.