Sunday, February 27th
I'm so intimidated. It's unbelievable that I will teaching so soon. I am anxious to start but still very nervous. It is such a responsibility! Who am I to do this? How can I manage to lead all of those children so that they can learn and grow? How can I communicate with the school, get by with all transport on everything on my own? How can I work with my co-teacher?
I have to take the lead, take charge. I need to have the initiative. I need to listen carefully. I need to be an example. I need to walk with sensitivity. I need to be bold and courageous.
I wonder in prayer: How, O Lord? I am already so far away from what's familiar... I am in deep water, would You hold me safe and sound? Would You guide among the waves? Would You hold my hand so I can hold firm the hands of others? How can I be such an ambassador, Lord? There is so much to do. You led me here; please don't leave me on my own. Continue to guide me as You have from the beginning. Continue to uphold these shaky hands and give light to my unsure feet. A day at a time, a day at a time! I am here for Your purpose.
Monday, February 28th?
"Have you experienced culture shock?" asked my co-scholar. I had to take a moment to think.
"Well, I guess a little bit... But it hasn't really hit me full-force yet." I replied then, but I am still pondering the question. Is that really the answer? I think that so far, I am more stressed from the idea of teaching than from the culture in general. The idea of being totally on my own in a foreign country, having to find my own way about town and figuring out / navigating in a language I can't speak... Yeah, that scares me. Somehow I am struck by the similarities, though. Some things seem so familiar here. People are people, even though the culture significantly effects the way of thinking, even worlds away I hear it strike a harmonious chord with my own experience.
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