Just call it the fergone ministries...

This morning as I was walking towards the high school to catch a fergone (A taxi van type thing), I realized something. It is summer. Life here is completely different, it almost seems like another country. The women all hold Chinese umbrellas, and when the guys get too hot they pull there shirts up halfway, just exposing there stomach. It makes me laugh every time. I also have realized that the summer heat here would not be half bad if we could just take away the hours from nine to five. The mornings here are nice and shaded and at night there is a lovely breeze. In the evenings the town fills up like it is new years. People come out of no where and settle into the towns park. kids play hide and go seek and old men play card games on the grass. It has a nice homey feeling and everyone seems happy and relaxed.

Today I realized that it was June. It just hit me like a ton of bricks, then I remembered we are halfway through with june. Soon it will be july, that would mean I will only have two full months and a half left here. Suddenly tears started to well up in my eyes. But then they were gone pretty quickly when I started to laugh at how strange my mind is. So weird how one moment I hate the place then the next I am in tears in the thought of leaving. Wow I am a bundle of emotions here friends. At least I am happy right now and happy to be here.

Now the reason for me actually writing today is God has amazed me once again. After sitting in the fergone all alone for twenty minutes waiting for it to fill up, a girl around my age came up. I got out to let her slide in before me. But she didnt slide, she asked me where I was going to be dropped off. So I told her, and then she said something to me that I didnt understand. I tried to communicate back, but for some reason I just asked her if she spoke english. I never do this, I always just try to work it out with the Albanian that I know, but today was different. She said yes, and in english told me that she also was going to Gorre (The village I work in) . So it didnt matter who slid in first, so we both got in. She asked me where I was from and the flood gates were open. It became a copycat conversation of the other girl I met on a fergone many months ago. Within minutes we exchanged names and numbers and had set a date for coffee. Once I got off the fergone and started walking towards the kindergarden I just shook my head and smiled. Funny where God has chosen to put my big ministry here, in the fergones. So if anyone feels like making shirts that say Fergone Ministries I am all for it. ha ha. So God is still working through me even with only two more full months left.

Happy Summer to you all!