Spaghetti

Well, Saturday's cooking experience turned out well. The tables were definitely turned for us as usually I am the one with apprehension and confusion over the plate that is placed before me. I ended up making homemade spaghetti sauce, and it was really good....at least I thought so! The sister who is 24, Silvia, wanted to watch me make it, and everything little thing I did, she asked me why or how or for what I did everything...and I had to keep telling her that this is a mystery for me too. It took about 4 hours in total to make because it was over a wood buring grill type area. For their spaghetti sauce, they usually just purie tomatoes to a pulp and strain them so its basically like thin ketchup. But, I like my tomato sauce a little chunky. Silvia was so worried about me not blending the tomatoes all the way, and I had to keep reminding her that its still good, just different than she is used to. But, every last drop got eaten....either because they really liked it or I didn't plan enough for the 12 people that ate. The dad who has been to the states told me it is "Bery Goood." And the grandpa said it was "Utz" which is Quiche for good....and the little boy gave me a big smile and thumbs up as he slurped down his noodles. Funniest part though was that they insisted on making tortillas. I tried so hard to make them a Hitzing family meal, but they just can't get away from eating tortillas with every meal! But I figured out partly why they eat so many tortillas.....it reduces your diarrhea. Now, who is ready for lunch?

Sunday I taught the kids sunday school class with the personal hygiene posters I made. They all listened very well and participated greatly! Silvia helped after I would say something just to make sure they understood what I said, but they were a great class.

This week we are cleaning the operating room, setting up the recovery area, and Wednesday I am in charge of doing the papsmears again. yuck. Can I call in sick?

So I think the family and I have gotten very comfortable with each other......last night the straw broke this camel's back. So, one of the daughters sleeps in the room with me. Her name is Doris, she is 19, and has a very on-again-off-again boyfriend. Last night, she decided to talk on the phone to him for at least an hour in the room while I was trying to go to sleep. First with the light on, so I tried my eye cover...that didn't help. Then with the light off, so I tried my ear plugs....that didn't help. Then I tried to imagine she was just a television show I couldn't understand, but I still couldn't fall asleep. So, as Ali can attest, I finally snapped, and as politely as I could, I asked her if she could not talk to him during the day. At which point she said fine, and proceeded to whisper/mumble for another 30 minutes. This morning things were fine, but I take forgranted the pleasure of sleeping in a room where no one turns on the light or talks on the phone in the middle of the night.

Here is my devotional from yesterday, just thought I would share:

God Knows What He's Doing
"Surely I spoke of things I did not understand; I talked of things too wonderful for me to know." -Job 42:3

It's easy to thank God when he does what we want. But God doesn't always do what we want. Ask Job.
His empire collapsed, he children were killed, and what was a healthy body became a rage of boils. From whence came this torment? From whence will come any help?
Job goes straint to God and pleads his case. His head hurts. His body hurts. His heart hurts.
And God answers. Not with answers but with questions. An ocean of questions.....
After sever dozen questions....Job has gotten the point. What is it?
This point is this: God owes no one anything. No reasons. No explainations. Nothing. If he gave them, we couldn't understand them.
God is God. He knows what he is doing. When you can't trace his hand, trust his heart.