So facebook won't let me log in for another hour because I'm signing in from a different country and I failed to identify a certain number of friends tagged in pictures when one was a picture of a guy on a TV screen not even a legit picture of them? Anyway, so I thought I'd write a little on here. The flight to London was eight hours long. Eight hours. It was overnight, but the "night" was only about three hours long because we lost six hours. The sun set, then three hours later, it rose again. So crazy. And sleeping in airplanes? I just cannot do that for some reason. Maybe if the flight or the night was longer...but it wasn't. So I basically pulled an all nighter. And I've never done that before - stayed up all night long and then the next day too. It's killing me. I feel like I'm still asleep but I'm walking. It's like I'm in a dream. And not only is it a terrible idea to take a nap in the middle of the day cause it would completely ruin any chance of getting over jet lag, but I've been doing stuff. All day. We arrived and got our luggage and drove off on the wrong side of the road. It wasn't as scary as I thought it'd be. Then we stopped at a gas station because people were starving from the airplane breakfast they didn't eat and squashed by all the suitcases in the tiny European van - which incidentally my English relatives think is "huge!" Everything is different here. The brand names and the designs and everything. But really it almost felt at some point like coming home. I don't know why. And then we arrived at my great-uncle and aunt's house. We call them Uncle Chris and Aunt Carol. And I LOVE the British sense of humor. I love it so much. Because my Aunt Carol is very witty and she makes me laugh. First we talked with them for awhile. Then I changed because I felt disgusting. And then my mom's cousin Priscilla, her husband Takao, and their children, who are my second cousins and the closest thing I have to cousins, came for lunch. We were a bit shy at first because we really don't know each other. But then we went for a walk and talked for literally hours and had tea inside a church and picked bluebells and discussed differences between the English and Americans and made fun of each other's accents, and now we're basically new best friends. And even though I feel like I'm dying, practically for real, because I am so incredibly sleep deprived, I talked with them for pretty much an hour about Jesus. Please pray for them. Eleanor and Alissa are their names. Their hearts are so sweet and tender and they're confused about science and religion and faith and Christianity. I feel like they want to believe but there's nothing to tip them over the edge about trusting God rather than trusting science. They are so open and they even agree with a lot of the things that I say, and I think something I said hit a nerve with Elly because she stood there and was thinking and really seemed to care when I told her that my faith in Christ was something I could stake my life on and that I believed and trusted him so deep to the core of myself that I'd bet anything against him. She says she sees the case for both sides and just doesn't know and is unsure. And I told her I was sure and it was so great to have something in this shaky world that is never going to change and someone who I can always rely on. Maybe I'm imagining it, but I think she thought that she wanted that. Alissa was different, and I have the feeling that it will be different things that make them want to trust God if ever he chooses to make them His. I am just praying that God will use me and that even if it's not me leading them to Christ, that I make them think about him, that I make them unable to rest till they find hope in him.
It's 6:30 p.m. and I could sleep for twenty hours. ugh.
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