"These are a few of my favorite things!". . .

Yes, fifth grade was a year full of the macarana in P.E., peeing in my pants at recess (or was that 6th grade?), failing to spell rasciocination in the spelling bee and losing (still can't spell it--not that i'm bitter or anything), and watching the sound of music 4 times in music class. So naturally, I start to hum the songs from the movie when I can't think of blog titles.

Sunday I posted that my bus didn't take me to church like usual because of a serious accident on that street. Today I found out that a pedestrian woman, 32 years, and her child, 3 years, in a stroller were hit like bowling pins (direct quote). According to the article, a grey vehicle ran a red light and hit a land rover from a perpendicular angle. The land rover then spun out of control and hit two parked cars, the woman on the pedestrian sidewalk and her child. The women was killed, and the child survived. This accident happened on the street that I usually walk up in order to get to church. This accident happened around 10:30 AM Sunday morning. If I wasn't running late to church that morning, I would've been on that street when the car hit and may have died as well. Crazy.

When I take the metro to work, I have to either climb 101 stair steps to get out of the metro station or take an escalator. I love taking the metro because I love climbing the stairs every morning. It's a great work out!

I do the dishes here once a day, and twice a day on the weekends. A clean kitchen truly is a happy kitchen.

I've been cooking every night, and it has been so much fun. I am experimenting a lot, learning from the ladies at work, and finding joy in cooking from scratch. Tonight I baked a cheesy potato casserole with reblochon cheese. MMM. . it is very tasty.

A co-worker who had been asking about the Bible and more came into my office today and asked me if I pray for people that I don't know personally. I said "yes". And she asked me to pray for her friend who has cancer. Let me say that again. Someone who doesn't believe in Jesus who is afraid for what may happen to her closest friend in the states, came to me knowing what I believe, and asked for prayer for her friend to be healed. She was seriously broken over her friends situation. I wrote down the prayer request, and then asked her if she would be ok if we prayed right there on the spot. We stopped working for a few minutes and prayed this morning. Later on in the day, we talked more about life after death, heaven and hell, I was able to share my faith, and answered more questions; I am praising God for this.

There have been many opportunities for the gospel to be shared, and I want to share all of them with y'all. I will have to share them in person when I return to the states.

Out of all of the people who work at the consulate, a guard named Tom and I are the only believers in Jesus Christ as Lord and Savior. I found out that Tom is a believer a few days ago, and it was very encouraging. His wife called me tonight and asked me if I would like to spend time with their family, go to their church with them, and have dinner with them soon. Praise God.

I miss everyone and am praying for each of you.

Love,

Grace