imagine all the people

This past week I experienced whole other world in our world. I went to Morocco and felt like I stepped back in time at least 1000 years. It was a very overwhelming and intense week for me. My eyes were defintely opened to other people and places that I really can't believe exist.

here are some moments to help capture this experience:

First we went to Fez, this is the "oldest city in the world" (that's what someone told me...I believe it though, because they seem like they haven't really moved on since the time they first estabished themselves.) We were walking through the "madina" which means old city, the center city and it was ancient feeling, dirty and filled with people selling anything and everything. I felt like images and senses were flying at me as we were walking, so to be funny and to some how express the overwhelming-ness of it all I just started saying every image I was seeing, it was like this, "sight and smell of cooking snails, donkey carrying propane, used shoes for sale, mosque, rugs, women with head coverings and face masks, smell of fish, man killing chicken, underware being sold on the street, man with pots and pans hanging off his outfit, dead hanging cow and other unidentifiable animals..." it was sensory overload.

Monday morning our group took Arabic class for about 3 hours. So that evening we all went into the "new city" of Fez and went up to people and practiced our Arabic with them. We found some nice girls and sat and talked with them for about half an hour. It was fun trying to commuincate with the different languages, since we had more or less of each, Spanish, English, Arabic and the 2 words of French I know and our hands. They were very welcoming to us. Another day in Tetouan I met an older Muslim women, I began speaking to her in Arabic and found out she knew Spanish (which was very refreshing to speak again) So we talked for a long time. She invited me to her house, she wanted me to meet her daughters my age. But I didn't have time, so she got my information and we said maybe next time I am in Tetouan.

One day we were in a Mosque and I saw an image that will stick with me for a long time. There is this fountain in the middle of the mosque, but no water is flowing, it was just standing shallow water. And when we were in there the call to prayer came on. The call to prayer happens five times a day. It is so loud and scary sounding. It sounds like depressing moaning over loud speakers for the whole city. Every time I heard it I was like "make it stop". I am not a fan of call to prayer time... Anyways, while we were in there I saw two men preparing to pray. It is tradition for them to wash their faces, mouth, hands, arms, and feet before they pray... I guess to be clean before God. I couldn't get over how ironic it was that they were "washing" themselves in this disgusting, filthy water that everyone spits in and washes themselves in (and they are pretty dirty after slaughtering all those dead animals). Some how after smearing unsantinary, bacteria filled water all over themselves they feel worthy to come before God. Then I realized I do the same thing in a sense when I start to believe my good deeds make me right before God and I can earn His love rather than depending on the righteousness of Christ to cover me and cleanse me. It was a humbling moment and made me see how we are all in the same desperate need of Jesus, the only one who makes us fit and truly clean to come before God.

On our way home we took a taxi from the hotel to the border, we left at 6:30 in the morning. On the way there we were were talking about how old this taxi was... maybe made in the 70's? To prove our doubts in the stability of this vehicle we got a flat tire. So all the men got out to change the tire. About 20 minutes later we got another flat tire. Luckily another taxi driver pulled over and gave us his spare! Isn't that sweet? As the guys are changing the tire the second time I look behind us and the police men stopped the traffic so a heard of cows could cross the highway! hahahahhaha I was just like, "I am in a strange world... get me back to Espana"... Twelve hours later we arrived in Granada and I feel more at home here than ever!

"destiny"

The roommates!

Some recent occurances:

The other night me and the roommates decided to do this dance/work out with flora's "batuka" dvd. We moved all the furniture and did syncronized dances in front of the mirror! haha. Afterwards we were eating dinner and Flora said "molly I think it must be destiny that you moved in here with us." I told her that they are a gift to me and how thankful I am for them.

The other day my roommates and I were sitting down for lunch and I was looking at my lunch I had just cooked and thinking, "mmmm salmon!" and out of no where they said, "molly, tell us the difference between Protestant and Evangelical." I was like whooaa, hi random question.... Anyways we talked for over an hour about what we believe about God or lack of a God, Jesus, life after death, the bible and creation. At one point in the conversation Noemi was explaining how she doesn't believe that we have souls. I said, "yeah but...you feel things, joy and sadness..." She said, "yes, but that is in different sections of your brain where these emotions come from." I think she saw sadness in my face because she interrupted herself and said, "molly it is not a sad thing. I believe I die and my body will become a part of the earth...it's a beautiful thing." I was torn between feeling joy for this opportunity from God to connect on a deeper level with my friends yet feeling pain because they don't know Christ. Well I just keep on praying for God's spirit to work because this is not up to me.... I love them.

That night I went out to tapas with Noemi and the group of friends. On the way home we were talking about how sad it was for her that these are her last 2 months of college and knowing everyone is about to move on and leave one another. I could completely identify because I went through the exact same thing this time last year. In our conversation I was given a little hope that maybe she does believe we have a soul and doesn't even know it, when she said, "molly it just hurts here" not pointing to a section of her brain rather pointing to her heart... and I said, " yeah, I know that pain"

Sat night I was walking home with some of my friends. One of the girls said, "molly, it's like it's destiny that you found the apartment and have become friends with all of us."

a tribute to my mom!

"She speaks with wisdom, faithful instruction is on her tongue...Her children arise and call her blessed" ~ proverbs 31:26-28

awwww my mom!! hi mom! Happy mothers day!

I love my mom so much. I feel so proud to be her daughter! I feel honored that God has brought me here through her and along side of her all my days of growing up! I have watched her life and learned how to "Love God and others with all my heart, mind and soul" by constantly experiencing it first hand through her life...day after day, in each pain and every joy. I saw a glimps of the impact of her life at my parents going away party in Charlotte. I have seen what investing your self and giving your life away looks like in human form! My mom and my dad! I hope God makes me into a woman like her.

She is my example, my advice giver, she believes in me and makes me believe in me too. When I have kids I want to give them to her for the first 18 years, because she seems to know what she is doing when her children adore her the way we do and feel this proud to be hers!

The other day I was talking to my mom on the phone and she said (in the most sincere voice), "aw honey do you want me to send you anything else? I can send you rice krispies and mashmellows and butter to make rice krispy treats.... do they have butter there?" hahahahahhahah!! I said, "no mom, there's no butter in Spain, can you send me some milk too? they don't have that here either" hahhahahaha

AWWW I MISS YOU MOM! I wish I could be with you today. To anyone in Memphis who reads this, please give her a hug and pretend like it is from me! Happy mother's day mom, i love you!

las cruces

Yesterday was a holiday called Las Cruces. I don't really understand the holiday. They decorate crosses with flowers and put them up over the city then everyone fills the streets and gets wasted. Its really a strange combination. Therefore I don't think they really understand the holiday either.

Yesterday I walked home from school and all the friends were standing in front of my apartment building waiting for my roommate to come down and they said, "Molly come with us to get tapas." So I went with them at 1:30 in the afternoon then we went to this massive party in the street. There were thousands of people there, it was so big! We stayed there from 6 until 3:30 in the morning. It was great for practicing Spanish! I can't get over how normal it is for this culture to party so long and hard. Oh and I think I was on the news again! hahah the camera guy came up to our group of friends and filmed us cheering at him. hahhaa that is twice in 2 months being on the Spanish news.

The more time I spend with these people the more I feel so deeply for them. And since we go out for 12 hours or more, it provides a lot of time. I have never been this connected to people who don't believe in God and I am dying for them to know, I'm dying for them to believe. I've never wanted something so badly for others as I do right now.

Loving hard is... hard. I fall so quickly in love with the people in my life and the time of life I am in. It is hard to think that in 2 months all these new friends will graduate and move away. This keeps happening, I fall in love with a place and with people and then things change. But as I look back at every stage in my life since high school graduation, I never wanted to leave because I loved it... but God always moved me on and I fell in love all over again with a new place and new people: Charlotte, Boone, Brazil, Wilmigton, even Memphis, and now Spain. So I am learning to trust him as he carries me on and to not take the present moment and present relationships for granted. As for right now, I will soak it in and enjoy what and who is around me. People and places will always change... but God remains good, he remains faithful and our relationship is the one that always goes with me.

daily life!

"Who out there has a lust for life? Can't wait for each day to come upon beauty?" ~ ps 34:11 msg.

I love this verse because I identify with the feeling of being so excited for each new day to start. I love mornings! I love sunrises. I think I find something so big and unpredictable in these times. I see a new page, a new day for anything to be written, anything to happen! Sometimes I like to read back over my prayers from the day exactly a year ago and a few days ago I read from April 19, 2006 this is what I said:

"I praise you for walking me through this journey. God, where are we going!? I don't even know! But I know it is with you and I know you know, that's all I need.... Suprise me! :) You have purpose in all you do. Even as Jesus was bleeding, dying, taking insult, being mocked, falling and crying out, you had purpose, you were bringing life and salvation though no one understood... you did... he did... so I am okay with not knowing..."

After I read this I thought... well God you certainly suprised me! At that point going to Spain was not even a thought yet. So a year later I'm sitting here and thinking wow God you did this! You really did this and have purpose in it! And I wake up in the mornings and I'm like "ok God what are you going to do today!?" Sometimes when I am walking I am sure he is leading my steps and I feel honored and thankful that he cares enough to be involved with my moments and details. Here are some of those moments:

Last thursday I went to the park to meet up with this girl Emma (from Holland) to work on our Spanish homework together. Out of no where religion comes up. She said I didn't seem like the kind of person who would go to church or believe in God. I told her I do and that God is the most important part of my life. We began to talk about Jesus and the cross and eternity. It was so much harder for me to talk about my faith in English than in Spanish... in Spanish its just simpler! She told me that she didn't believe in God but the past 2 days other people have talked to her about Jesus, so if there is a God maybe he is trying to get her attention! I said, I know he is!

On Friday afternoon me and some of my classmates met up to get tapas (a small potion of food that comes with a drink) at this little frech crepe place in one of the plazas. There was a moment when I was sitting there and I was kind of in awe of everything around me. I was thinking, "this is such a gift to sit here now and to find connection with these people from around the world." We were talking about our cultures and the girls from England were making fun of me for using words like "ya'll". They said they thought that word was only in cheesy American books... haha.

Sat night I was walking home and I ran into some of my roommates friends. Even though my roommates were out of town they invited me to go get tapas with them. So I went and hung out and really enjoyed my time with those girls. We were talking about camping, so I saw that as an opportune time to share my story about the time I went camping and fell in the fire! hahah I told them, "camping and molly - no amigos!" Then as I was leaving them I thanked them for inviting me to come with them. One of the girls I was walking away with locked her arm with mine and said, "molly, you are our friend now, you don't need to thank us for inviting you." It was really a sweet moment and it would've never happend if my path didn't cross theirs in the moment it did.

Last night my roommates and I all sat down for dinner together and I said, " aww its like family dinner!" Then I remembered how in college it would take my roommates and I a month or two in advance to find a time when we could all sit down and eat together. I told them this and they thought it was so crazy because here we eat lunch together at 2:30 every day and dinner together at 10:00 each night. I remembered how often I ate alone this summer and so many times in college. In that moment I found such appreciation in the slower pace of life here and the value placed on being together, eating slow and enjoying one another.

"worship God if you want the best, worship opens doors to all his goodness" ~ Psalms 34:9 msg It is sooooo true!

a grandmother, a muslim and spanish night life

(this is my Spanish class: 3 girls from Holland, one guy from France, one girl from Lithuania, and me and Mike.)

So when I was in Loja one day I went over to one of my roommates house with a bunch of their friends. We were all hanging out with her grandmother. Her grandmother is soo old, she was sitting at the table in a rocking chair all covered up with blankets. When they introduced me to her they said, "this is molly" (the way they pronounce my name sounds like "moo-lly"). The grandmother was like "what?" and they said, "moo-lly!" and I was saying, "molly, molly" (the correct pronunciation... although I've started introducing myself as "moo-ly" now because everyone always says what? and then the person introducing me says, "moo-ly" and the person I'm meeting says, "aaahhh moo-ly!" ) The grandmother could not understand how to say my name and kept saying "what?" and everyone kept saying my name louder. So I said, "un momento" and I wrote my name down on a napkin and held it up right in front of her face. And everyone busted out laughing and they said, "Molly, she's blind!"

The other day I was sitting in the park and this guy walked up to me and said in Spanish, "are you English?" and I said, "yes! I'm from America" hahaha I understood do you speak English... Anyways he said he just moved here from Jordan and was anxious to meet friends. He told me he was a Muslim and I told him I was really interested to learn more about Islam and he said he was interested to learn more about Christianity. He ended up coming to an English worship service we were having that night (he speaks english). I think he is really connecting with some of the guys here!

Yesterday evening when I got home from the grocery store my roommate was like, "hey molly do you want to come to a suprise party me and my friends are throwing right now?" So I went to this party at 6:00 on sat. evening (it kind of reminded me of the parties we used to throw in college). Later that evening we came home for an hour and got ready to go out. I am learning a lot about the Spanish night life, im learning that it lasts ALL night and requires endurance. I have to mentally prepare for it all day..... SO we leave the apt at 10:30 and meet up with a huge group of their friends. We hung out at this one bar until 4. It was great practice for my Spanish, but thinking and talking in loud Spanish for extended periods of time really makes me tired. SO at 4:30 we went to get food and at 5 arrived at the discoteca. We danced until 7:00 in the morning. The sun was rising on our walk home. It was so fun to connect with their friends and get to know them. I went to bed at 8:45 sunday morning. That was 14 hours of "fiesta". It was a very cultural experience and even though I was tired and drenched in the smell of smoke... I really enjoyed myself and the people who took the time to reach out to me and listen in patience to my broken Spainish and really tried to help me. One of the friends made sure that no one would allow me say a word of English. So many of them talk slow for me and would explain things in a number of ways until I could understand. I am so thankful for the way my roommates have been including me and letting me become a part of their lives. Even with the lack of language, I feel welcomed and more connected as I am settling in here!

When people ask where I am from sometimes I say North Carolina and other times I say Memphis. I get two different reactions for both. When I say Norht Carolina everyone says "ohh ok" and I say do you know where that is and they say no. When I say Memphis everyone says "aahhhh! Paul Gasol" Apparently he is really famous here, maybe there too? He is a Spaniard who plays basketball for the Memphis Grizzlies. I don't know much about sports, but I love how excited everyone gets about Memphis! Now when I introduce myself I say "my name is moo-ly. I am from Memphis (mem-fees)". And when they get all excited about this basket ball player guy I just act like "of course I know who he is!... I am from Mem-fees!"

semana santa

I feel like I got to experience a whole other world this weekend. My roommates invited me to come to their home town, Loja to celebrate Semana Santa (holy week) with their friends and families. Each day and night there are these processions that take place in the street. They carry around these different statues of Jesus and Mary. There are some of Jesus carrying the cross, hanging on the cross, in a glass tomb, and one of Mary on a throne crying. These statues are huge and decorated so extravagatly with gold, candles, roses, ect. People are dressed in these robes with pointy hats follow behind spreading incense (Noemi said they believe the incense cleanses the soul... im like wait... then why are they making a big deal about Jesus if they don't believe he is the one cleansing our souls?) There are like 25 men carrying these massive statues on their shoulders and at certain points they would run up some of the steep incline streets with them and people would clap.

The most memorable night was Thursday when they trun off all the lights in the city and it was silent except for the procession of all these people dressed in black beating drums simultaneously and every now and then they would have some one singing something that sounded like they were mourning or crying. Then they light the way for the statue of Jesus on the cross and all the drummers bow in this circle area outside the church.

The highlights of the weekend: meeting all my roommates friends and talking with them, expecially about Semana Santa and probing into the significance behind it, if it is just tradition or something that is real and true to their lives and learning another culture's view on Jesus.

Strangest thing I saw: posters of Jesus on the cross in all the bars where the even the people in the processions were all drinking. I told them you would never see these kind of posters in a bar in the U.S.

Most un-American thing I did: eating lunch with about 20 of their friends from 2:30 til 6:30... we ate slow and enjoyed each other, it was fun.

Favorite moment: when I was talking about how one of the goals of my life is to make friends in every country and Noemi said, "molly, tu ya tienes muchos aqui." (molly, you already have many here.)

Funniest moment: One of her friends was asking me what we do for Semana Santa and I was telling her about a tradition at my church Forest Hill. I was trying to explain it in Spanish and I said, "On Thursday evening there is a service where we take a nail and nail it to the cross, representing that Jesus was dying for our sins." She looked at me kind of funny and was like, "you nail your "pescados" to the cross?" and I said "yeah pescados... you know bad things people do" and she said "ooohhhh pecados". I originially said "we nail our "fishes" to the cross." hahhahahahahha

Most random thing that happend: I was on Spain TV! hahaha and people told me later they saw me on the news.