Spending Time in The Word

I've been reading  the Word. It seems like a good thing to do, being that we're here telling people about what it says. We need to be re-filled so we can pour out into others.

One thing I've noticed, is how relevant it is to this culture. Like washing feet. It makes sense now, because we wash our feet when we go into our house. You see, dirt here is really dirty. It's full of trash and mixed with cow poop. Sometimes cows have worms in their poop. These worms are looking for a new inhabatant. So we have outside shoes that we wear outside (obviously) and we have inside shoes that we wear once we enter the gate of our house.

There is another story about people going into a city and finding a donkey tied up and asking to use it. We don't do that in America, but here, there are all sorts of animals tied by the road. We have goats, and water buffalo, and the cows all seems to be free-roaming... lots of random animals.

One thing that has made me happy - before this, I knew that it is important to spend time in the Word and talk to the Father, but I didn't do this very often (I am a heathen). I looked forward to manitory quiet time in the D-school, although I wondered what on earth I would do for an hour every morning. But I brought a new Word that had nothing high-lighted yet, and planed to do that. Throughout lecture phase, quiet time was good, and I enjoyed it. Then, in India quiet time with the Word and talking to the Father is necessary for survival. I had a goal of reading the whole NT by the end of outreach, and I'm almost done, and it's there's lots of colorful highlighting. This makes me happy.

Thursday spent the whole day talking to the Father. Which means, we had breakfast, and hour quiet time. Then group  singing and such for like an hour. Then the leaders sent us off for another hour and a half of personal quiet time. I was very happy about that, because I really like spending time with the Father. The people on lunch prep didn't get this 2nd quiet time. There was a time when I would have been jealous of them, but not anymore, because I like quiet time. 


Then we got back together, ate lunch and talked to the Father for eachother. One of my concerns was going home, and falling back into old patterns, and I wanted to continue to want to spend time in the Word with the Father. While they were talking to the Father about me, one of the girls said that she had a picture of me sitting at the Depot reading the Word, and she felt I had Mary's heart. (like in the story of Mary and Martha). I realized it is true. For my whole life I've been Martha. I would much rather do things, than spend time in the Word and with the Father, but not anymore. This is a good thing...