Called Out

Have you ever thought you were doing alright, and then find out that you were much more in need that you thought you were?

Just last night I had the privilege of being invited for dinner to the home of an American missionary. They actually invited another missionary couple who lives in the same building as them to join us. Five of us in all. Dinner was fantastic. She made ham with pineapple, fried rice, green beans, fresh slice veggies, and bread. Almost like being at home, so that was a nice little change up. She also made these bars for dessert that are made with honey and something else. Mmmmmmm.

Anyways, they asked how I was adjusting to the time change. And, I said that I was doing well. Wasn't really feeling any sort of ill effects. Sleeping fine. Waking up fine. I felt like I was doing great.

The night moved on, and I returned to my hotel around 9 p.m. or so. I proceeded to watch some Olympics that I can't understand (this is becoming a bit of a normal thing for me. I got to watch that American gal wipe out live. That was pretty sweet.), and then I played some games on my laptop. I entered into some sort of solitaire induced haze, and before I knew it the clock had rolled around to 1 a.m. So, I finished what I was doing, and got ready for bed.

I didn't need to set any sort of alarm, because breakfast is open until 10 a.m., and I never sleep that long . . . famous last words.

I awoke to world ready for some breakfast only to realize that I missed out. Not by a little bit, mind you. But to an extent that is quite uncommon for me. It was after 1 p.m., and I was still tired. I'm not sure, but I think I may have slipped into a liver induced coma. Fortunately, I've found, the body has defenses for such things, and it is only temporary. The scary part is that I could have gone back to sleep right away. I didn't for fear I would die.

I got to try Lebanese food tonight. I'm not entirely sure what I ate. I thought it was going to be chicken, but it came out in little tubes, like sausage. Not sure what I think about that. While eating it, I chose to believe it was some other meat than chicken because that seemed like a better option. Chicken shouldn't come in tubes. In any case, the taste was pretty good (a nice little spice to it), and it came with french fries (always a safe choice). There was also a cole slaw type salad (basically, cabbage with mayo) and pickles. The pickles I particularly enjoyed. They were kind of a cross between a dill pickle and a sweet pickle. Strange, I know, but quite tasty.

That's all the more exciting it got for me today. Due to my propensity to slumber, I didn't get a chance to take pics. I'm going to see a couple of friends of mine tomorrow who are missionaries here tomorrow. Perhaps a photo or two will come then.

Thanks for praying! They're giving me a lot of rest! 8^)

-Ben