When Antonio played with that goat. I could not stop laughing. Still can’t.
We sat on that trampoline and laughed.
Pastor Artur constantly saying we had to eat before ministry. Praise God for him.
The Indian Ocean.
KFC. Need I say more.
The downpours in Mozambique.
Washing Rebecca’s hair from an outdoor faucet.
Worship at the church in Swazi.
That view on the front porch in Swazi at the team house.
Freaking Mugg&Bean Cafe.
The George Hotel.
Xolani and Sandy.
The girl who spilled yogurt on her head and other kids ate it off.
Rebecca dropped her loofa on the floor of that bathroom. Twice.
Watching Lord of the Rings. Thank you Jesus for external hard drives.
The safari at debrief.
How patient the woman was in South Africa when I had to count out all my rand for coffee.
Every good hair day.
The Malagasy boy with thick glasses at ebenezra private Lutheran school. Angry. So sweet and so meticulous and smart. So cute. I would love to see him again some day.
Elina at Ebenezra k-9 who shared her testimony, to Elinah at Akany avoko who left me a letter to not forget her.
The Asian 5th grader who was too cool for school but had a great heart and was really smart.
The darker 9th grader who had all the girls loving him but had a story he wasn’t ready to tell.
Salad at the church with Fensu that has Feta cheese. So much cheese.
Macaroni with veggies at the school.
Carrots with parsley and red onions.
The taco bed in Madagascar.
Kayce and Becky’s bed at Chez Jean.
Teaching Zumba to Ebenezra school and the kids straight GOT IT when Waka Waka came on. Best.
That boy who had a smile from ear to ear who could hoop all day in bare feet.
The aroma of street food rollin in through the window every night at grocers inn.
T-25 work outs on the roof in KL.
Retrieving my towel with a tent pole after it blew off the porch onto a cigarette filled Tin roof.
When our best laid plans fell through.
The sweetest cab drivers who searched for our friends.
The staff at the greenhouse cafe who gave us chocolate eggs on Easter.
The toast staff and the staff at grocers in who gave us free coffee and the sweet Indian man who changed our sheets.
Waiting at the train station in the pouring rain to walk to the bus station that was only a 5 minute walk away.
The angel of a woman who guided us to the sea front hotel in port Dickson.
The catholic family at the greenhouse cafe who gave us free food on Easter and showed us the lodge upstairs which is GORGEOUS.
Communion, worship, burning of the things on the beach and that young boy just watched us. Not scary. Not threatening. Just observing the spirit move. Love.
Our cab driver taking us to the lexis hibiscus hotel. Gorgeous. Amazing food. Want to actually stay there in a villa for the future.
Coffee at a beach front Starbucks in port Dickson. McDonald’s on the beach, Becky took a model pic. Classy.
Izzy the Starbucks guy whose been to Alaska, and the two boys who filmed and photographed us. Floral cafe. I could have died.
Our cab drivers waited until we safely got onto the train and gave us their address. Aww.
Stayed at the 5 elements hotel with the nicest shower I’ve ever been in. Clean.
Katie left to go home. That hit me hard. Had to trust God a lot. Didn’t want a mag to separate from the group.
Traveled to Indonesia with no place to stay for the night. Ariane found packers lodge on the log and we stayed there. Best hostel ever.
Kayce wanted to eat the next day and brought us to an antique restaurant. So adorable. Old school music that my parents listen to, with some Ed Sheeran. Where my clock obsession started.
Cubbie beds at the packer lodge hostel.
That smell crossing the street in indonesia. I have never smelled anything that potent before.
International English church service in Jakarta. Backdrop was of the Himalayas. Sung what a beautiful name. Love that song.
After traveling 8 hours to yogojakarta, we had vegetable soup and the broth was bangin. I was a zombie that day.
Coffee bun at Roti’O.
Lauren, Kyle, Katie, Rachel, Cameron, Robbie, Meli, took us to get our heads and feets rubbed and took us for pad Thai after. Bless the Lord.
Walking up the side of the highway to get to Laura’s backpacking hostel in Jokja. Dope.
Laura’s backpacking hostel let us take naps on their benches because we got there 7 hours before check in.
Rebecca and I staying up talk, way later than we should have.
Ariane and I booked it to Roti’O to get a coffee bun before the train left us. Risk it for the biscuit.
The woman on the trail in banyuwangi. Her stare was so intent on seeing Jesus. I pray she saw his glory.
Becky and I shared a toothbrush. Sisterhood.
Mie goreng with the little chips, and the one with the egg on top. I’m putting eggs on top of everything now.
Hike the volcano to the blue flame.
Ariane wore those shorts I’m obsessed with at the hostel. It makes me happy when she makes weird noises. I make them a lot too.
When Becky says “Get up.” That will never not be funny.
The breeze on the ferry to Bali.
Aris from Morotai hostel and his laugh.
Kayce reached back and held my hand on that bus ride to Denpasar.
Katie sat right in front of me at that birthday party and I played with her hair.
Eating dominoes pizza out of a box huddled around the table with the Mags.
Dinner at Arwana restaurant was the classiest dinner I’ve ever had in my life.
Riding an elephant. A mighty creature. So much power, yet so gentle. Holy Spirit.
The waterfall with Aris. That laugh. It gets me.
When Becky asked for Rebecca’s flip flops at Morotai hostel. Freaking dead.
When they thought they were going to tattoo us. LOL.
The rock bar.
Eating beef randang with Aris at 1am.
Wenne driving over speed bumps.
That blue couch at the mall with mie goreng and Taro ice cream. I love Taro.
Braiding Katie and Becky’s hair.
The AC at the ywam base.
Mie goreng.
Pastor John at ICA that said “when the Lord tells you to do something, do it Alisha.”
When Rebecca attacked me at the YWAM base in Surabaya and we died laughing.
Lunch with Juliana and the other YWAM group.
Bless em Becky. Bless these youth. “Lord, bless these youth. Amen.” DYING.
When Rebecca said “club backseat” when applause was playing in the car. Waffle hand hold going nuts.
Prayer tower over city of Surabaya.
The church that gave us minions and real towels for a gift. REAL TOWELS.
Playing bunk beds at the retreat for last day of Mag ministry.
Roti’O.
Final Mag dinner at smokehouse BBQ in Thailand. Madea.
Love,
Alisha
