Fall weather has finally hit Egypt. This morning I went for a short run before I did my sit-ups. (I'm going for the Shannon Sharpe abs Dad) The early mornings have been chilly for about 2 weeks now but today it stuck around. I wore a long sleeve and jeans for goodness sakes. Alec wore his coat. (Forgive him he's from Georgia) I came home from work, made a cup of Nescafe, and sat down on the coach to read. The cool breeze coming through the windows and the smell of Fall filled the room. It was one of the best feelings I've had since being here. Thanks Jessica for being as excited about it as I was. I can honestly say I'm comfortable here. No it's not home and I'm sure it never will be but I don't feel like such a foreigner anymore. I can go outside the wall without feeling like a billboard. I've even gotten to know some locals. Every Friday I eat breakfast at Achmeds bean and salsa stand. Nothing like a stack of bread, a dish of beans, and a dish made with tomatoes, cucumbers, and onions. That's the "salsa". And all for $1.18. He speaks pretty good English to. Whenever I buy bread, I go to the same shop on the corner where a girl about my age works. She is the first and only Egyptian woman to be somewhat friendly to me so I keep going back. It's understandable because of the culture here but you have no idea how much you miss heterosexual interaction until you know longer have it. Anyways she always smiles at me and even though she doesn't know any English she does her best to communicate and be patient with me. I've also gotten to know the students a lot better which has made me feel more at home. I still have my challenges though.
My Dad gave me some of the best advice I've had so far last night. He told me that life is about how we handle our trials, not how we avoid them. I'm not going to avoid the fact the every time I see a plane flying over head I want to be on it. But I can decide whether I let that affect my attitude and how I live my life here. I recently read a letter of encouragement that a friend gave to me before I came here. It was one of the most encouraging letters I've ever read. She didn't say anything extravagant, she just reminded me of things I already knew. Let me share a bit of it with you. "Someone once told me that a person show's their true self when life is Hard not easy. Remember that whatever your going through, the Lord designed for you to go through and persevere. You're there because you wanted a chance to define yourself by Your standards and to show people the type of man God intended you to be, not the previous perceived thoughts that others already set upon you." Like I said, she just reminded me of things I already knew and yet I felt more encouraged than ever after reading that. She didn't give me something new to think about or a new idea. She just assured me that I could accomplish the things that I originally set out to do. It brought me to tears. One of the many times a letter from home has done that so thank you to all who gave me one.
-Keep that left heal down Dad.
Egypt is kinda like my golf swing. Far from perfect! Keep your head up and your eyes on Jesus! Your Mom and I are very proud of you!!
ReplyDeleteDid you know that Nescafe was your Abuela Efigenia's favorite coffee? You can thank her for that genetic hand-me-down! :-)
ReplyDeleteLike you, I find "comfort foods" that I enjoy and become a regular. Glad to hear you have found a little piece of "home" in Egypt. Are you sure it's the bread, beans and "salsa" that keeps you going back or is it the smiling Egyptian...? No matter what culture, a smile can steal a man's heart! Ask your Dad!
It won't be long now... in a few weeks we will be there to see you! We are pretty excited! I can't wait to run down the Cairo Airport corridor and give you a HUGE hug! It will be my privilege to see where you've been living and meet the people you have been working with and the students you are there for. I wouldn't miss it for anything!
God is working in you and through you! And that, my son, is priceless!
Love,
Mom
Oh Michael. It's not that I haven't been reading, I just haven't been commenting.
ReplyDeleteYou are never far from my mind. I get check ins from Tiffany. I read the blog. I hear the word "missionary" and always think of you.
You are an excellent writer. I really enjoyed this last one, "1/4." Thanks for sharing. Your words sound so familiar at times, its hard to believe I am in the States.
I remember watching planes fly overhead and wishing to be on them. I remember savoring quiet moments on a normal afternoon when I realized I was going to be okay. I remember counting down the days, but I really advise you not to.
You're not alone. You're supported.
You're not weird. You're very normal.
You're not unable. You're actually quite strong.