ISP-Land

I spent the weekend in ISP-land. For the laymen, or not in the CBU bubble, that ISP stands for international service project. This summer I will be spending 5 weeks in central asia studying the culture and becoming in love with a culture that does not know grace. In ispland, we began our journey going thourgh customs and right off the bat, blondie gets pulled aside by an officer. He took my passport and left me, like a child in time out, for 20 minutes. After questioning me for who what and why I was going to central asia, I was let go. My amazing team waited for me. This really meant a lot, as they could have continued on. Granted this was all hypathetical-the weekend was "live fire"-a great preparation for the real deal in May-June. The weekend we on and me prayed at a masque, wore vails, didn't talk to the opp sex, ate weird food, slept in James 4th floor and HAD BONDING MOMENTS...smile...Please pray that our team's hearts would continue to be burdened for the oppressed people of the place we will be. Pray that there will be worship of the father and those following the way in a country that is 99.9% muslim. The father knows where we're going, so just intercede on our behalf. Life is kickin in the throne room! that's brittany for I love yhwh.