It’s been 3 weeks since I last updated my blog. And it was a glorious 3 weeks back in America. What a blessing it was to be able to celebrate Christmas and New Years with family and friends! I even got a few burritos and carne asada tacos out of the trip.
It was nice to have real people sitting in front of me instead of just a face on my computer screen.
I had the privilege of going to a sorority meeting a couple days before I came back to Japan. Just sitting in the living room with sisters, some who didn’t even know me, felt like home. It was a blessing to hear the ways that God was moving in the lives of the girls present. I even got to share a little bit of what I’ve learned over the past 5 months. But the best part of my whole trip was sitting in that living room singing worship songs with my sisters. I sat there with my eyes closed and I thought this is what heaven must be like. It was my last chance to worship in English with my sisters, and I needed to be there before I came back. To sit at the feet of the King and praise Him for who He is. I needed to be there.
While I was in America, I realized people didn’t know much about my everyday life. Like how many schools I teach at, how many students I teach, what I do after work everyday, etc. So my goal is to try and help you have a better idea of my life in Japan. Hopefully that will mean more pictures of everyday things, more stories, and hopefully more insight into life in a tiny isolated dairy farming village. Things like what kind of car I drive and what the outside of my house looks like (that's the old car...and my house isn't covered in snow).
After leaving my house in PV 24 hours ago, I finally arrived back in my tiny snow covered village. I arrived in Tokyo around 4:30 am and aimlessly wandered the empty and closed airport waiting for my 8:55 flight. I did get a chance to catch the sunrise over the ocean from the 5th floor observation deck.
I also experienced the most beautiful train ride through a snow covered marsh land.
While I hurt to leave LA behind the security gates, God reminded me again that He is here and this is where I'm supposed to be.
My boss came and picked me up from the train station and drove me home. He said I was lucky I wasn't here this morning--it was -23C. Coldest for the year and coldest in Japan. Way to go, tiny village. He came and helped me set up a small heater to defrost my kitchen sink because my drain was frozen shut. Slowly but surely it melted and I heard strange gurgling noises. I didn't realize that my shower drain was also frozen until I was standing in ankle high ice water. Good thing I fixed that one before I flooded the house!
It's only about 9:30 pm, but my eyes are burning. I'm glad I have the weekend to recover from jetlag before work on Monday.
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