Updates and thoughts.

. Dinner last night is literally the only main meal I have had that did not include rice.
. I wash my clothes in a bathtub.
. We eat dinner out every night.
. We eat lunch hosted by the churches or people from the organizations.
. We put a sign on the door knob saying 'make up room' when we go out and come back to a clean fresh hotel room.
. I take tissues everywhere with me. Everywhere. Every. Where.
. We go for walks every single night.
. I am practically famous here now and it's creepy.
. I am very used to the Filipino accent.
. I am also very used to hearing the language and different dialects.
. Being used to the accents does not mean I understand them, I swear they aren't communicating. They are making animal noises and speaking gibberish.
. Nothing here tastes like Australian food, not even the coke. But i'm used to that now too.
. On the first half of the trip, we were accompanied by Scott Hawkins, basically a guy with a bajillion connections. He will be meeting switchfoot in April. He will be speaking at the forest edge music festival. And he maybe, just maybe will give a shout out to me at the switchfoot concert in April. Maybe. Doubtfully. But he mentioned it.
. I want to go home.
. I never want to leave.
. Met an overly nice doctor whose family owns the town bakery, so he takes us in the back rooms a lot and gives is mountains of free sweet rolls and purple roll things.

On another note, today was the 4th medical mission. It was a little emotional for me, secretly. I watched helplessly as teenage boy had an epileptic fit in front of me. The worst part though, was his face when he finally recovered. His expression showed how much he absolutely hated not having control over his body. It was a look that seemed seemed to say "not again". His frustrated and weary expression got to me. That's just his life and there is nothing to do about it.
Like the poor baby girl with a flesh eating disease that can't be cured.
These are real people, innocent, undeserving children who are suffering.
I'm sure you already know this.
It is frustrating for me. It already was when I was home in aust, and I hadn't even been exposed to it first hand then.
Now it is all around me. And it only increases the frustration and compassion that fills my being.
I hate that there are the fancy houses right next to straw huts. People need to reach out and help each other.
That is our heart for this trip and that is what we are doing here.
Already there are over 500 people who have been helped.
It is just so so good to be finally doing what I have always wanted.
I dread going back to school this year, acting like it never happened and as though everything is back to normal.
I do not want normal.
I suppose that's up to me to make it not normal. I know I will try. But this trip is actually the first time I have felt that I am truly helping people.
But then again it's not about how I feel is it?
God please use me in everything you can, if it is even possible for me to do so when I am back home.
Going for dinner now.
Only 5 more days.