Today I am mourning the loss of one of the many small reasons I love this apartment so much.
Katie and I have been posting videos to YouTube for quite a while now. Most of our videos gather a couple hundred views from family and friends through this site and on Facebook. Some of the videos that were specific to Mariupol have been watched a couple thousand times over the last five years. Two thousand times. Two thousand people I don’t know have watched my video. That used to seem weird.
This morning I woke up to a very surreal, out-of-country experience. After I got up, I walked to the bathroom and attempted to start the water for my shower. And nothing came out.
“Must not be any water today,” my brain casually tried telling me, pulling from memories of years gone by. Wait a second, that doesn’t happen here in this country! I realized. Something must actually be wrong!
And even though I was aware that I was in America the thought didn’t even occur to me to call the after-hours service and let them know we had an “emergency.” So I just continued to get ready for my eight o’clock dentist appointment, then called the apartment office on the way to my appointment.
One spiritual situation I don’t like to find myself in is when I am drafted for a prayer I feel like I shouldn’t necessarily be praying. It’s not that I don’t like praying, or that I even have a particular problem with praying during these “unnecessary” times, it’s just that I’d rather not if I had the choice. I call these moments of being prayer drafted. Here’s what I mean.
I once attended a big group gathering with people I hadn’t seen in years. At some point somebody got a phone call about an emergency about a sick member I knew absolutely nothing about. Without any explanation (since everyone but me already knew) we were circled up holding hands and all the men were asked to lead a prayer over the situation. As I tried to gather some information about the situation it was suggested that we pray first, explain later. I prayed, and it went fine (I’m sure there was something about God’s healing hand being placed over them), but because I wasn’t involved at all in the situation and knew absolutely nothing about it, it felt uncomfortable for me to take part.
I mentioned yesterday that last week Katie and I got to go see a concert with our friends who came to visit from Lubbock. I thought today I would just briefly mention that we went to see Hanson, and that the concert was fantastic. I’ve been a fan of the group for years but have never had the opportunity, so when we found out they would be playing here (which also happens to be their hometown), we jumped at the chance to go see them live.
This coming weekend I’ll be preaching in Coffeyville, Kansas as Katie and I continue to look for more financial partners to make our work in Ukraine a reality. Katie suggested I preach on something similar to a class I had taught during our year in Ukraine back in 2008. It sounded like a good idea, and so yesterday morning before we headed to the building, I was going to upload those files from home so I could access them from the office. But I couldn’t find the files anywhere on my computer.
I saw this kid for the first time yesterday and could not stop laughing. He is adorable, funny, and extremely talented.
Just thought I’d share…