6:45 – Wake up, Pilates (uh like almost every morning) with the girls.
7:30 – Shower, oatmeal, instant coffee, occasional quick Skype calls
8:40 – Leave for ministry, all 6 of my team cramming on our Tuk-Tuk, prayer time or just people watching.
9:00-11:00 – Morning ministry at the Family Unit. Teaching English to the kids, playing with them, songs and the occasional dance of Father Abraham.
11:00 – 2:00 Lunch break. Most days were spent at “Jars of Clay” where we would get iced coffees, have an occasional team meeting, read, wifi, or shopping at the Russian Market.
2:00 – 4:00 Teaching English with Chris to the mid wife students. Sometimes it involved yelling at the book that did not even make sense and or have a million typos. Play MASH or the dot game on the white board. Laughing our heads off when Sothy would get all the answers wrong or give me attitude when I asked her a question. Always ending early to just chat about life.
4:00-5:00 – Snack time! The lovely Nath would always have a delicious treat for us to eat. We would just hang out in the living room with the kids and the mid wives, watch a few cartoons, play Uno our pray.
5:30ish – Head to the night shelter
6:00 – 8:45 Night shelter. Upon arrival we were greeted with giant hugs and ice cold water that you would have to block the cat because he would drink out of it. A million games of Uno were played, where you would have to check every time Hey (his name!) would down his cards (because he would stack them) flick them down with your wrists, point to the color when you had a wild, for most the time they did not remember how to say yellow. Dinner would be called by Chay coming up to me pointing at the kitchen and motioning to me eating off a place or saying “rice”. Meal time was an event where you can’t understand the language your blessing is being given, you have a bowl full of some type of soup with eat still on the bone, which you transfer to your giant plate of rice to cut with a spoon and eat everything off your plate. When you are secretly crying on the inside because it’s so much food you want to die. Then they bring out Not one but TWO GIANT bananas for “dessert” You force down one and then if no one is looking you hide the other in your shirt to put in your purse to eat with breakfast. After dinner some will teach English. I found myself most nights with two or three boys laying on some part of my body holding my hands and falling asleep, and myself asking how is this fair that they are on the streets all day and do not have a loving mom to come home to every night. Wanting to stay there forever and love on them every single night.
8:45 – Some will wake back up and walk you to the Tuk Tuk yelling with all their hearts yell “See you to-morrow!! I “lave” you!” The only two phrases of English any of them spoke, and back to the base we went.
9:00 – Catch up with the United team for a bit, team meetings, spoonfuls of peanut butter and climbing up to the 6 foot tall bunk bed for sleep. NIGHT. J
