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Sunday night we headed to the American School of Languages for the first time for conversation hour, having no idea what we were doing, I assumed we would be walking around just talking to different people, asking questions and answering questions.  Quickly I found out that we would be sitting at the front of the room, standing in front of the class telling everyone about ourselves so the students could later be quized, the trick in this was to talk slowly for them to understand, being three girls, this was a challenge.  They were asked to ask us questions, a few were how can we make India better, what do they need to do to make their future’s better, one guy even said he wasn’t satisfied, these men are seeking.  G works in this place, G comes up during every class.  Rachel, Grace and I were sitting in the front of this super hot room watching these things unfold in front of us, my heart was jumping!

Today we were privilegded to here the story of the pastor and the head of the ASL school!  We’re excited to serve alongside him and many others, their hearts are in line with G and it is so encouraging!  A passions been stirred in us for this place, p that G would pour through us in this place.

Earlier last week, we went to a coffee shop where apparently the police had come in a few days ago and taken away their tables, why, no one knows, so now, they only do take away, which is our to-go.  We went with one of the girls who lives here and she told us that one of the men working there was deaf and knew sign!!  I was so excited, but at the same time really nervous to try and communicate, but I plan to go back and see what happens, there is a man who speaks english and signs as well, so if there’s confusion I’m sure he’d help.

It’s been great here so far, record breaking heats take a little bit of getting used to, but G is supplying for us, thanks so much for p for us! 

-Kaity

This morning we had to wake up at 5am to be able to get a taxi and get to the school. We got there and the door was locked, so we waited around until someone came to unlock it. We were going earlier than usual so we could help some of the other people working there go walking around the streets of the area to hangup ads for the kid’s camp on all of the posts down the streets. One of the girls who works there made glue out of flour/water and we took that in pails to paste the ads. The area we were in was an area that looks alot like it hasn’t changed since JC’s day. It had dirt roads, a sewage line running along both sides of the road, roads=more like alleys, 2 story buildings really close together, bare-footed children wearing rags and many naked children running around, trash heaped up everywhere. The farther we walked back, the more we walked into poorer areas towards the slums. We reached the poorer area, still posting ads, and the 2 story buildings on both sides turned into metal and tarp 1 story shacks with the lowest of the low caste hanging out there, where there were families sorting out trash from the city. Our hearts were welling up with love for these people, knowing they are greatly loved by a loving G, and them not knowing. As we walked, we were the best advertisements, 4 white girls and 2 of our indian brothers; we drew a crowd nearly every step we took. For some, we might have been the 1st white women they’d ever seen. We smiled at the children and said “Namaste dosto” (Hello friends) to them, which made some of them smile in a way that made our hearts just well even more. The kids followed us and just wanted to be near us. Seeing them run around barefoot on trash and sewage tore our hearts apart. But all we can do is love them, hope they come to camp, and please be in p for them in any way you can. After that, we walked back to the school and had breakfast on the floor with newspapers and 11 of us sitting surrounding these newspapers. It was so wonderful; it felt like family. We had curry and panchetta (a type of bread) and sprite for breakfast. This morning was my favorite so far. We love India!

Grace

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