I've decided that if I don't just jump in and do this Blog, it will never happen. I guess I was waiting for us to really LOVE life here in Malaysia...but that may or may not happen before we go home. I've heard it can take up to 6 months. So I'm just going to jump in, and call it like I see it.
This is a picture from our Neigborhood rooftops, as seen from the 'laundry room'. We've become very fond of a "Malaysian Sunrise".
Eric and I try to get out of bed, quick, make a cuppa, and walk to the waterside to watch the sun come up. Somehow, this little habit pulls us closer to God--it helps us remember so many things--that he is always with us...that he knows our days, that he is the beginning AND the end. It comforts us to feel His presence, as evidenced by something much bigger than us--a Malaysian Sunrise.
As soon as the sun pops up, we pray together. No need to close our eyes, though--we would never want to miss the glorious skies! The birds begin to sing, and it is music that I will never forget. There are a few sparrows, yes--but there is also jungle birds--some of which I love the sound of, and some of which sound exactly like an ongoing car alarm. I distinctly feel, though, that they are praising God too--I think he designed them to do so.
At this point, all sorts of people are walking the boardwalk, staring at us. It's hard to miss us--the two big, white people with modified jammies on, and mugs in their hands.
We stare at them, too though--because they have some really bizarre ideas of excercise here--swinging arms and jumping up and down.
And this is how we begin our Malaysian days.
