“Dance teacher...Dance teacher... Come dance with us “

I HAVE A HELPER!!!!! Wooop wooop! The last couple of days have been a lot easier with Jillian helping me with the four kinds! It is also fun having another adult here to talk to so I don’t feel so lonely. Praise Jesus for that one! The kids still don’t like the thought of someone else taking care of them but as the days go buy they are getting more used to me and now Jillian. So thank you all for your prayers when it comes to this subject!

I got to share my story about how dance is my ministry back at home and how the Lord has used in my life. Kristiana would translate what I was saying so I had to speak very simple and slow. I thought it was going to be a lot harder to use a translator but I was for sure surprised how easy it was. The Lord defiantly spoke for me because there were some things that would not have sounded so smooth. When I was telling my story I realized how much the father has blessed me in so many ways through dance this past year.  After I shared we then all got up and started dancing around in the Bedouin tent. It was so funny when they would make fun of how I dance their style. It is very difficult to move your hips and flick your arms on certain beats like they do. My sister Olivia would by far be a pro! I enjoyed this experience more then I can express. I defiantly felt the Lord in the room with us laughing and smiling at how goofy we all were.

A couple of days ago I got to attend the last day of the Bedouin wedding I went to a few days back. I was still amazed with how many women could fit in one tiny room. This time a lot of the women brought their children so it was amazing to see how many little ones most of them had. I laughed on the inside when several different women came up to me giving me a hug and a kiss saying “Dance teacher….Dance Teacher come dance with us “(of course in their own language that I could barley understand) I felt very special.  Closer to the end of the party we had some food be brought out to us with lots of rice and chicken we all would share with our hands. I about threw up when I realized we were sharing one paper cup with water and by the time it was handed to I know was just all backwash hee hee =) Dad and Mom I drank it ;-) I felt very lucky to be able to attend a village wedding here in Jordan. It was defiantly a memory I won’t forget!

Please continue to pray that the Holy Spirit uses us to speak the truth to these people.

Much love,

L-E