'learning to love while loving to learn' -kristin

view from the boys apt 

Well its been a long time since i've been able to write! I'm home now and back in college. I'm enjoying being back in America but really miss my Ywam family. Life has been picking back up here in washington pretty quickly and before i get too carried away I want to try and spend as much free time writing about what happened on my trip to Central Asia.
My outreach was nothing like I expected. It changed me in ways i would never have imagined. Of course these three months of my life were the most interesting so i want to share as much as i can by posting a few of my stories one
                                                         at a time.
Living in a muslim country was nothing like I imagined. I honestly think i made it more dramatic in my head, so that was a relief when i arrived, but because of its communist background there was a whole different level of pressure. Most of it came to me in our 'mission' there at the English school. All seven of us were assigned teaching positions -- alone, with two classes, five hours a day, four days a week. I was assigned two classes in an intermediate english level of up to twenty six students. All ranging from the ages of eighteen to sixty-two. My duties were conversation practices, grammar, sentence structure, vocab, midterms, finals, and an occasional project.....  O God really knows how to hit me hard :)
This one sent me over the top. I freaked. its so funny because all this time i was so convinced God was going to "teach me a lesson" and send me to some crazy barbarian country and teach me how to live in an impoverished area, but instead he goes way deeper and hits me right where i hated it the most-my insecurity.