Joyeuse

Dang, I'm going to have to start posting everyday - I just have too much to talk about right now!

Since my last post, a lot of little things have happened to me:

a Japanese girl in my class (we can call her "Nun Woman" - refer to previous post) told me I was beautiful when I didn't wear my glasses. Haha. Because of this, I created a theory. Every morning, as I'm getting ready, there is a constant battle between my vanity and my laziness. Do I put in the contacts or do I go for the glasses? Since arriving, my vanity has taken a backseat to ease, but after a comment like that, this may change soon.

Hmmm, I ate the best pizza I've ever had in my entire life. It was at a little Italian pizzeria, and the pizza was called Carbonara. It's named for the pasta dish. It has France's equivalent to bacon (yeah, they don't really have actual bacon - worst part of France, by far) on it with onion, ricotta cheese, mozzarella (of course), and a creamy egg mixture instead of tomato sauce. HOLY MOSES. SO GOOD.

Anyway, lots of other little things have happened to me. But tonight, tonight was by far the most joyous night I've had since arriving. I mean, my birthday was great, but tonight was AMAZING. What on earth happened, you ask? Good question, Robin. Today was Agape night (Agape is the international version of Campus Crusade for Christ), so we gathered at the Skur's house. We ate food and visited. Then a French missionary to East Asia gave a little presentation about her ministry there. It was super inspiring. And a few French people are traveling to East Asia for the Easter holiday for a short mission trip. So exciting! Anyway, I think the best part was when we all prayed together. Honestly, it was just a small group of believers gathering together, but really, is there anything better than that? I haven't really had that since I arrived. I was overwhelmed with a feeling of love, of peace, of joy, of community. I felt accepted. Gosh, I love those crazy men (as only a few women attend Agape things - but I love them, too!). Everyone prayed in French so it was hard for me to understand everything that was said, but it didn't matter. God was there. I could feel it. And it was beautiful :)

Please be praying for the upcoming mission trip to East Asia. And for the French believers. And for the STINTers here. And for me. That I'll be bold in my faith. God is worth every moment we spend laboring here, away from everything we know. He's worth so much more, too.

Love.