Before the sun comes up on the island, we have a 5:00 am devotional complete with worship, prayer, and a sermon delivered by a member of the World Race team. After that, we usually have an hour or so until breakfast.
During this time, I read my bible in a little nook near my room, and often, one or more of the students will join me. My room is near the young men’s doom, so they are usually the ones to plop down beside me in a blue plastic chair, fold their hands on the table, and wait for me to look up from my reading.
“Good morning, Miss Mia! How are you?”
These are the best times.
We get to read the word together, in both Indonesian and English, taking turns verse by verse. I quiz them on their English lessons and “force” them to practice with me (and I’m convinced they secretly like it). There is a surplus of giggling, joking, learning, selfie-taking, and fragmented conversations about our lives. Also, shout out to Google Translate, the real MVP.
I treasure time I spend with these young men of God, sharing our cultures, languages, and laughter. I may be teaching them English, but they are teaching me to slow down, enjoy each moment, and capture the joy around me. They are giving me a glimpse into their lives, and what it means to live a life in humble service to God.
I can’t believe we only have one week left with these incredible people.
Until the whole world hears,
Mia
PS: Tech Update – still no access to WiFi; someone is posting this blog for me via a jump drive. If you message me or leave a comment, I will not likely receive it until mid-February. Sending all my love!
