Germany, Round Five

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Hello there friends, how are you? I am sitting on the couch in my pajamas at 3pm on a Saturday. All is well. All is very well. There is a huge rain storm in DFW right now, complete with thunder and lightning and flash floods– oh my! But coming from California, where it only rains like two days a year, I am secretly really enjoying this weather. It is so soothing.

Anyways, I wanted to tell you a little bit more about my upcoming adventure. I am returning to Germany on September 25th for two more years of grad school. I know, I know, you probably saw that one coming given my history of obsession with Germany. Sometimes I joke that I’m getting my Masters just so I can keep this travel blog going haha!

But I am very excited. And scared. Yes, I am really scared. I had a tough time last year in many regards, so I’m nervous to go back. But I know it’s the right decision. I learned so much last year, and I feel confident that this time will be 100 times easier because of those hard lessons.

Here is a link to info about my Masters program for those of you interested. I plan to keep blogging (duh) but will probably need a million weeks or so to get adjusted.

Hope your summer ended well! Cheers to Germany, round 5 🙂

P.s. Photo from here

A Prayer to Remember

IMG_4810As I mentioned in this post, I am a part of a weekly small group made up of nine or ten Iranians and Afghanis, my internship supervisor, one other American missionary and myself. We were having a great time singing, talking, and praying last night. Towards the end the leader turned to the three Americans and said something in english to the effect of, “We want to pray over the three of you and ask forgiveness for our country’s hatred towards America. We were taught from an early age that America and all Americans are evil. You three are ambassadors of your people, and this small group is an example of the inter-cultural love and unity that is possible when God is involved.”

We stood in the middle of the circle and the group prayed over us in Farsi. Though I couldn’t understand the meaning of the words they were speaking, I could understand their hearts. Soon enough, big fat tears sprang into my eyes and began to roll down my cheeks. I just kept thinking, This is what the world needs more ofnot political peace talks or conferences or charismatic leadersbut God. If we could all interact with one another as fellow brothers and sisters in Christ instead of adversaries, how much pain, suffering, hatred and death could be avoided? How many misunderstandings could be sorted out through the power of the Holy Spirit? 

When you travel, power is automatically bestowed upon you as an ambassador of your country, whether you realize it or not. Your behavior is a reflection of your culture and it absolutely does matter. I am just glad that although I am an American, I am a Christian first and foremost, and therefor am filled with the power of the Holy Spirit, who is infinitely greater and wiser than I could ever be in my human weakness.

Last night was powerful. I will remember it always and carry it with me where ever I go, reminding me of the only true healer and best politician this world will ever know.IMG_4823IMG_4904

Ten Iranians and an American

IMG_5378Last night I went to a house groups that my internship supervisor leads. It was at a couple’s apartment who moved to Germany from Iran about seven months ago with their five year old son, who is adorable and full of energy. The group consisted of ten Iranians, nine of them men, plus me and my supervisor. She gave the lesson in English and one of the men translated to Farsi. Though I couldn’t exactly grasp everything everyone was saying, I could definitely sense the Holy Spirit’s presence among us. I even played around with the little boy for quite a while, no words necessary!

I’m not going to lie, I was really nervous going into it, and fumbled through some awkward conversations full of misunderstandings and moments lost in translation. But everyone was so kind, hospitable and open. A few of them showed me pictures of their families back in Iran and expressed how much they miss them. They are working hard to learn German (which is not an easy language!) and establish their new lives here. The German government requires them to complete a certain level of language courses before they can get a job, and one man conveyed how frustrating it is to not be able to work when you are free and willing. But their sense of gratitude was palpable none the less, and it certainly rubbed off on me. The whole time I kept thinking what is my life?! Who would have thought I’d ever find myself in such an interesting situation? I feel so incredibly blessed to be here this summer and add these opportunities to my treasure trove of life experiences. One over-arching theme in our discussion was finding peace in Jesus Christ no matter our circumstances. They inspire me to remember that no matter what, we can have abundant peace because of what our savior did for us.

I hope this is encouraging and that things are going well across the pond! I miss you and think of you all often 🙂

P.s. A few more photos from Frankfurt below!IMG_5414IMG_5411IMG_5401IMG_5375IMG_5374

An Ode to My First Love

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Oh sweet, dark one
You were my first true love
Boys may come and go, but you remain
Filling me up the way no human ever could
Sustain me with your life giving caffein
Through study, conversation, recreation, you are there
I enjoy you all over the world, day or night, hot or cold
Monday morning, Friday night, Winter or Summer
Some say our relationship is unhealthy, dependent even
But I say haters gonna hate- we are perfect together
Without you I am depresso
You are and always will be my number one bae
I love you coffee
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Question of the Day
What was your first true love?! Any other coffee enthusiasts out there?