I thought trying to decipher my mail in Hebrew was hard.
Tonight I went to a class with Racheli. It was a class was on woodworking. I don't know what I was thinking; I didn't even think about the teacher only speaking in Hebrew. Duh. It was a very long 4 1/2 hours, and I'm still finding wood chips in my hair.
It was nice of the teacher to let me try it out before I enrolled, though, and the time with Racheli and her sister was good. But as I talked to him about it, I said that my Hebrew was horrible, and he just replied, "I know." And then told me that if I wanted to take the class, I would have to come to at least three lessons by myself so he could teach me in English. Not going to happen. Let's face it, I really don't have a big need to know how to use a lathe right now. Well, it was an experience anyway.
At least we stopped by the mall on our way home. That was really nice. Ahhh, it is a beautiful mall. I don't think I'll go there that often, but it will be a nice little escape for me when I need it. Maybe I'll be able to find good shampoo there. I stopped by the pharmacy last night and they only had about 4 brands!!! Ugghh. I am so spoiled when it comes to hair care stuff and I really miss my favorite shampoo! I don't think that good hair is high on the list of priorities around here and a lot of women wear hats anyway. Guess I'll just have to stock up next time I'm in the states.
Still no gas for the stove. Still no printer. Fed-ex still can't find my apartment. Still can't make spaghetti sauce. Guys still bugging me on the streets. Welcome to Israel.
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ooooh, my sweet friend....my heart has gone out to you with your last two journal entries. I just don't know how to comfort you from here. I will always pray for you, your safety, your ministry. But I'd really like to give you a hug. I know God will give you exactly what you need, when you need it, for I HAVE been in a lonely place too. If you come back to visit, I hope you know you can come straight to my house. I'll cook you spaghetti, rub your feet, and buy you as much shampoo as you can carry on board. I have another cool website for you to be inspired by: www.artfilestudios.com
You're gonna love it. Oh! And I love you---you're a wonderful, silly, S P E C I A L girl...now promise me you'll stay away from those loud, rude boys in Jerusalem....love, your surrogate mother.
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