It seems as if Sabbath days have a different glow about them. It can be sunny everyday of the week but somehow when it gets to Sabbath it seems to be exceptionally beautiful. Maybe it is just me. However, today was one of those Sabbaths where everything seemed to have that certain glow about it and it left me feeling really happy.
In the afternoon we decided to give out the rest of the clothes that we hadn’t given out the week before. We loaded up the back of the truck with tons of girl’s dresses and set off to drive around the villages. I brought a ton of hair clips with me so I decided to give them out and put them in the girl’s hair. It felt as if we were in a one-vehicle parade. We would drive to one little cluster of mud huts and yell for all the baby girls to come and within 5 minutes we were off to the next cluster of houses with a few less dresses.
At first the girls didn’t know what to do with the hair clips that I had given them so I decided to put them in their hair for them. I’m pretty sure most of the girls have never had a proper bath because their hair was so greasy (but I think it meant a lot to them that I was willing to be so personable). At some points our driver would go really fast and I almost fell of the back of the truck a few times. Other times the truck would bounce over a bump in the road and my feet that were dangling off the back would drag on the road. It was sketchy.
The villagers appreciated the clothes so much. You could tell how needy the people were by how much they wanted the used underwear. I have never thought that I would want to use someone else’s underwear but I suppose if you don’t have any or enough money that you would be grateful. The drunk man that lives in the village behind my house came out and started bugging us. He is the one that yells almost every night. It was nice to finally meet him and put a face to the ramblings that I have heard so often hahaha. Mrs. Waid threw underwear at him to get him away from out truck and it just made me laugh.
Yet again poverty was shoved in my face as I watched the desperation of the village people. They would chase after our truck and at sometimes it was too overwhelming. There would be up to 30 or 40 people surrounding us at some points and I would just start staring at the chaos that was unfolding in front of me. We would be passing out clothes and the villagers would all be reaching and grabbing. Even though I’ve been here for 2 months the poverty, dirt, and crowds can still get to me. Sometimes I don’t know how to handle everything I’ve seen while in Bangladesh. Life shouldn’t be like this.
When we finally arrived back at the orphanage I went to my back porch and watched a beautiful sunset. The sky was exploding with orange and pink. It was easily the most beautiful sunset that I’ve seen while I’ve been here. I felt like it was God’s special gift for me on such a wonderful Sabbath that he created.
In the afternoon we decided to give out the rest of the clothes that we hadn’t given out the week before. We loaded up the back of the truck with tons of girl’s dresses and set off to drive around the villages. I brought a ton of hair clips with me so I decided to give them out and put them in the girl’s hair. It felt as if we were in a one-vehicle parade. We would drive to one little cluster of mud huts and yell for all the baby girls to come and within 5 minutes we were off to the next cluster of houses with a few less dresses.
At first the girls didn’t know what to do with the hair clips that I had given them so I decided to put them in their hair for them. I’m pretty sure most of the girls have never had a proper bath because their hair was so greasy (but I think it meant a lot to them that I was willing to be so personable). At some points our driver would go really fast and I almost fell of the back of the truck a few times. Other times the truck would bounce over a bump in the road and my feet that were dangling off the back would drag on the road. It was sketchy.
The villagers appreciated the clothes so much. You could tell how needy the people were by how much they wanted the used underwear. I have never thought that I would want to use someone else’s underwear but I suppose if you don’t have any or enough money that you would be grateful. The drunk man that lives in the village behind my house came out and started bugging us. He is the one that yells almost every night. It was nice to finally meet him and put a face to the ramblings that I have heard so often hahaha. Mrs. Waid threw underwear at him to get him away from out truck and it just made me laugh.
Yet again poverty was shoved in my face as I watched the desperation of the village people. They would chase after our truck and at sometimes it was too overwhelming. There would be up to 30 or 40 people surrounding us at some points and I would just start staring at the chaos that was unfolding in front of me. We would be passing out clothes and the villagers would all be reaching and grabbing. Even though I’ve been here for 2 months the poverty, dirt, and crowds can still get to me. Sometimes I don’t know how to handle everything I’ve seen while in Bangladesh. Life shouldn’t be like this.
When we finally arrived back at the orphanage I went to my back porch and watched a beautiful sunset. The sky was exploding with orange and pink. It was easily the most beautiful sunset that I’ve seen while I’ve been here. I felt like it was God’s special gift for me on such a wonderful Sabbath that he created.
That sounds like an awesome Sabbath! We had an amazing sunset here on Sabbath evening too! it was so bright and pretty, orange and pink also! :D
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