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It has been a VERY long time since I have written anything on here. However, I just wanted to say THANK YOU to all of you who have supported me for my experience over in Bangladesh. I was doing an assignment for school today and thought I would share the little paragraph I did of one of the days while I was in Bangladesh. Bangladesh is fairly humid most days with polluted skis that overshadow the hot dusty sun and cotton candy clouds. One afternoon in early February, a few of kids and I were playing a contact international sport called kabaddi. After the game had finished it was about time to get ready for supper before chapel. Then it happened, I felt the strong wet substance hit the back of my shoulder and immediately knew what the implied geshur ment. Mud fight!!! Before I had time to gather my own amo, mud balls or should I say splats of mud were trolling my vision. I grabbed what I could and started throwing the live earth material toward the perpetrators and thus the afternoon was one escapade after another of joyous laugher and cachos. This one day I will never forget. It was simple, something I used to do as a kid myself, but it was more than that. It was connection, the connection from one human being to another. It was life, love, and filled with undeniable bliss. So what makes your life beautiful? 
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 Even though these kids are always doing something crazy, this kind of smile is attached to it 24/7. They have been influential in this journey by these big and bright beams of gold.  There are many, many challenges all the time. It's hard only being here for a short time and knowing right when you finally feel like you're making good progress you're leaving soon. It's hard to know exactly what would work best in a situation, and which kid will get it and which kid needs a different approach. It's hard when there's a language barrier mainly with the staff, and since I'm with the kids most of the time there is miscommunication. It's challenges like these that I know my Father is holding my hand and leading me one step at a time.  WAIT FOR IT......  There is never a day that I haven't learned something new, even something small. It's hard for me to put this into words and for it to make sense, but truly understanding what it means to love the "unlovable" has been whirling around in my head. I know it sounds harsh, yet a lot of these kids are full of anger, annoying antics, and frankly naughty in many ways, Yet, that's what Jesus came onto this earth to do; to be with, to eat with, to befriend, and to passionately pursue the "unlovables." Jesus came and loved everyone, not just people He preferred, but even more so, the freaky and alarming ones. He came to show us what loving the "unlovable" can do. Each person, whether great or small, is a loved child of the King, and when I look into these angry, disobedient, and trouble-filled eyes, I pray that I can see even a glimpse of what Jesus sees, because I know I too am undoubtedly broken.
  Mudhi or muri is delicious street food made of puffed rice and many different flavors, from sweet to savory.   Baro Bhaja  And sweet Tel Pitha - for us, Christmas pancakes - similar to a deep fried donut.  After a few days of being here, I still didn’t know what I was going to be doing such as working in the clinic, teaching, helping with the babies, etc. The principal and Robyn got us together and discussed what they would like us to do. I was hoping that I could just help out in the clinic and then teach piano, but they wanted me to teach science and health to the 4th graders (they call it class 4), IT/computers to class 7, and piano. I was about ready to throw up, but I said 'Yes' anyway. Right after we talked I went to the 4th grade teacher and tried to get better understanding of what I would be doing because that next day would be my first day on the job. I had no clue what I was doing! It has definitely been a rollercoaster for these past few months. The school system here isn’t the best and it’s hard when I’m trying to teach but the teacher has to translate it anyway. I know for sure that I will NOT be a teacher as my ultimate career goal. Some days it is fun and other days is total chaos.  This is one of the simpler things we take care of in the clinic.  School is OUT! The kids are enjoying their break from studies. Preparing for Christmas!   And caroling! Merry Christmas from Bangladesh!!
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