A great big serving of humble pie

So, I have a feeling God is trying to teach me something, because just about every day this week, I've been hit with the message that I need to be humble. Yesterday, after school my supervising teacher and I met with one of the parents of a students who got a failing grade. She mentioned some things about our organization and structure that we could really improve on. It was a good lesson to learn, but was hard to take. Anyways, I pray that my heart would be softened to what God's trying to teach me, and that I would not only hear the lesson, but let it change me from the inside out.

Loads of Pictures

Here's just a few of pictures that were on my camera from the past week

Trip to Meknes (city close to Fez)

The entrance to the tomb of the founder of Meknes

The grave itself

A statue in the city, by the river

some funny grafity on the wall of the zoo we visited

A little of the beautiful greenery in the zoo... much more interesting than most of the animals

One of the really cool looking birds at the zoo... sorry you can't see it very well

Trip to Sevilla

bridges across the river

playing soccer at the park

some of the architecture

vines growing on metal structures... I thought they looked pretty strange, but interesting

Taking pictures at the park

Back in Fes

Oh! Fifth grade!... what a great class.

The fifth graders were selected as the singers of the month for November.

Student of the month ceremony... what a confident kindergartener!

Saying the school pledge

Humility

Yesterday a group of friends met up to talk and we started on the topic of humility (Isa. 2). We discussed how often students and their parents don't treat teachers with respect, especially here where the teachers at the school are a couple classes lower than the families of the students. We discussed how that is hard it is to strive for excellence without seeking the praise for it and how difficult a balance it is to stay truly humble while still knowing and using our strengths.

Today was, for the most part a normal day. At the end of the day, I had tutoring and after tutoring the mom wanted to talk to me. This was complicated, because we had to work through her son to translate everything we said. After this, I was going to join a group to play ultimate frisbee. However, whenever I told the taxi drivers where I wanted to go, they asked me something in Arabic that I really did not understand, so I could not respond to them, so I waived them on. This is always a humbling experience. After a few taxis I got tired and gave up and decided to walk home instead. On my way home, I felt so tired. I'm tired of not knowing the language. I'm tired of not being able to communicate. I'm tired of not understanding the culture. I'm tired of not knowing my way around.

Here I am, sitting and realizing that in my tiredness, all I can do is rest in God's arms and trust that He will do the rest. I am realizing more each day what it means to truly be a humble servant of the Lord and follow Him wherever He leads, even if it is not easy. I am realizing how difficult it is to be humble, and yet our Shepherd who leads us is the perfect example of humility and wants us to follow in his footsteps.

This morning, I realized that the word 'holy' sounds very similar to the Arabic word for sheep. In thinking about that, I thought about how the Israelites had to kill a sheep in order to be holy (cleansed of all their sin). I also thought about the sheep who sacrificed himself for all our sins and how as a perfect representation of humility, he was also perfectly holy.

One life goal done: go to all the continents except for Antarctica

Warning: this post will be long.

So this week was a Moroccan holiday call the Eid Kabir. The Eid Kabir is a holiday when every Moroccan family gathers together and sacrifices a lamb. Before they sacrifice it, they get to know the lamb and spend time with it for two days. They first slaughter the lamb and then blow air into it through a long tube so that they can remove the skin more easily. The first day, they eat the liver and intestines and hang the rest of the lamb and spend the rest of the day celebrating. They proceed to eat the rest of the lamb during the next week or two. This is a big festival and everybody looks forward to this event. The king sacrificed a lamb on this holdiay for all the people who cannot afford a sheep. However, even if you can't afford it, most people take out loans to buy a lamb, because it is looked down upon if you don't sacrifice a lamb on this holiday.
Because of this holiday, our school combined this holiday with Thanksgiving and gave us a week off of school, rather than having us take two smaller breaks. So, what did I do with all that time off? Well, Monday, I washed clothes and went to the new grocery store and went into an elaborate carpet store that was full of expensive looking fabrics. It was kind of overwhelming to see the wealth of this store with such poverty just outside. Tuesday two friends and I went to Markesh, a smaller city closeby and just wandered the streets, visiting their old city and enjoying a nice chilly Moroccan day. We took the train there, which was very nice and quite cheap. (about 3 dollars a trip)
Tuesday night, I then left for Spain with 9 friends. This completed my journey to all 6 of the continents that I really care to go to. We ate lots of bacon and other forms of pig (which is banned in Muslim culture) , slept in a heated building, played soccer, went to the beach, read and played risk and other games. We wandered around the streets a couple days and looked at a few touristy things from the outside, but didn't actually pay to go in. One night, a few of us went to a bar to watch some flamenco dancers and musicians.
During my time here, I've been wondering where I want to teach next year. While I have enjoyed being here, it is a difficult place to live, especially for a single woman. I love the school and know that it is the kind of place that I would love to work at, but I'm not sure I'd want to live in this country. Please pray for me, as I seek God's will for my future and where he would have me teach.

So here we are... it's halfway through my journey and I praise God for all that I have learned here. So much, about myself, teaching and SO, SO much about this world's depravity and God's love for all his people. I look forward to going home, but know that there is so much left to do in this country.

I thought there was something else I wanted to share about in this blog, but I forgot. I'm sure I'll remember later and add it then.

Morocco

"Morocco is a place where travelers 'expect mystery and they find it,'...it [is] as multi-layered and intriguing as the patterns in the tile work adorning the building, each of which has its own hidden meaning. Morocco has the mystique of a land from the Old Testament yet appears to be coping comfortably with modernization. Internet cafe's rub shoulders with artisan's workshops; peasants on donkey trot beneath billboards advertising the latest mobile phones. Outside mosques, running shoes are lined up next to pointy-toed babouches. In the souks women wearing long robes and headscarves escort daughters with beautifully cut hair and high heals..." -from A House in Fez by Suzanna Clarke.

This is probably the best description of this country I've heard.

trip to the post office

fifth and sixth grade wrote letters this week and today we took a trip to the post office.

Things I love about Fez- November 8

- people tend to dress very modestly
- the faith of the people affects every part of their life
- people are very communal and tend to share everything. A group of people always eats off of a plate together and the beggars on the street ask anybody drinking anything for a sip of their drink (okay that last part isn't my favorite, but I like the communal aspect of it).
- people are very hospitable and welcoming of other people.

sharing carrot cake and chocolate mouse