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Heavenly Man and Snow.

Yesterday we had a very special visitor in the prayer room. Brother Yun, also known as the “Heavenly Man” was here sharing his heart with us. It was amazing to hear him live and know that he is the same man who supernaturally got out of the maximum prison, who suffered incredibly for Jesus, yet still stands strong with such a passion and zeal for God and a heart for the lost. It was such a privilege to be there, and it brought such joy to my missionary heart. The whole thing was filmed and I think a link is going to be put out on the IHOP website, so if you’re interested let me know and I’ll mail you the link once it’s available.

Apart from that I am really well. Well, today I’m feeling a bit rough. Got a nasty chesty cough and achy body, but I’m not dying or anything. It is a bit pants feeling like this on my first day of “school”, but that’s life.

Outside there’s lots of snow and a 100% chance of more snow according to the weather forecast (which in my mind means that there is definitely going to be snow). It’s amazing how the weather changes so quickly here. One moment there’s snow, ice, and freezing cold, the next all has melted and the sun is out and it’s almost warm. I didn’t really believe that the temperatures really changed so quickly (it can drop 20 degrees Celsius from morning to afternoon), but trust me they do. I am being challenged with the reality of Fahrenheit here, but found that on my wee phone I go there is an application called “converter” where I put in the Fahrenheit and am told what it is in Celsius.

Language is a fun thing. I am getting used to the different words used for things here as opposed to Britain. When I arrived I had my first little language confusion as my housemate asked me if I had towels, and I said I had a towel and a flannel. Now, I didn’t know that “flannel” in the USA means pillowcase, and “washcloth” means flannel. No wonder she was a bit puzzled by me telling her I had a “pillowcase” when she was asking me about towels. Yesterday I helped put out the trash (rubbish) and I get rides (lifts) from the apartment (flat) to the prayer room, which is located near a gas station (petrol station). I do notice that I am quieter than usual especially with people I don’t know, as I am a bit self-conscious about my British accent. It’s silly, I know, but I hope that once I get going with my course and used to speaking to people it’ll get better.

So there you go. Today I start “school” or rather my course, which will take me till the end of my time here. It’ll be a change to go from absolutely no schedule at all (apart from timing my coming home to coincide with daylight) to have probably what will turn out to be quite a busy schedule. But I feel ready for it. Ready to learn more and grow closer to God as a result. I just hope I can get there through the 100% snow, which keeps falling softly from the sky.

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