In a Nutshell

I've been sick for the last three days...
it's my own fault.
The other day I thought to myself, all high-and-mighty like,
"These silly Turks. Always getting sick. I haven't thrown up in over four years."

...That'll teach me to be cocky.

It was quite a humbling experience, I cried either on the phone or actually infront of to EVERYONE in the house (including D), had to have Cavit buy me anti-diarrhea medicine, and had Sirin picking me up of Df's bathroom floor after I threw up in her toilet and throwing water all over my face because my hands were shaking too much to do it myself. I may be getting comfortable here...but I continue to be humbled.

But BEFORE that, I had my day off and went to Dawn's for dinner! Her family was lovely and it all felt really normal until we prayed over dinner and her husband prayed for me and tears came to my eyes. To hear some people thanking the Lord for a meal in their home, something very small but so missed...I even surprised myself. THEN I was introduced to two girls, only two years older than me, who go to a bible study on Thursdays and I went with them! It was SO nice! It was interesting though, even among Christians I still felt this weird isolation. It's like I'm living in all these different worlds. It's hard to explain...but as much as I tell them. They will never know how different it is...they live a normal life here, just with Turkey as background. That will never be my experience here. Anyway, one of them offered to go with me to the Union Church on Sunday and I got permission and I'm gonna do it!

I have to get up at 6:30...take a bus to Uskadar, a ferry to Besiktas, and then walk to Beyolu. I'm terrfied but I'm meeting one of the girls at the iskili (the port in Besiktas) so I won't be alone the WHOLE time...but I'm still super nervous. So pray for me.

I hope it's worth it.