His Working Hands

Hello friends! It has been a great week in the city of snow.  The other night as a break from writing a paper, I stopped to organize my room and start packing a little.  It seems so weird to be using those suitcases again!  I’m trying to get a head-start on packing because I don’t have my expert packer, Clara, here with me.

Well, today was my final exam for language class.  If you say my email and lifted us up, thank you!!  It wasn’t too bad.  My teacher will grade the tests and we will have a certificate ceremony on Tuesday.  Gabi and I still have an evaluation of our language to send back to SBU due next week, but I feel like this weight has been lifted from my shoulders.  Next week I will have lots of time to see my friends one last time and say goodbye.

This past weekend Gabi and I visited our friend Nat in the village.  This was our last hoorah with Nat and the English club students there.  Traveling on the Steppe in the winter was very pretty with all the snow.  It looked so desolate, yet peaceful.  Although, I would not like to be stranded out there!  Caz, our British friend went along with us for fun after hearing numerous stories of Nat always trying to play match-maker for us.  It was also a special time because they were celebrating Thanksgiving in our honor.  On Friday night we had a mini-feast of some turkey, bread and of course chai.  We discussed Thanksgiving and its significance for American people today, as well as telling our family traditions.  We also discussed other national holidays that are coming soon.  As is traditional for any Kazakh celebration, there was a miniature talent show.  One of the students played the dombra, which is the national instrument (similar to a guitar) with only two strings.  Another student showed off his beat-boxing talents.  It was a really great last English club with our favorite high schoolers.

I have the coolest story to tell, but some of you may have heard it before.  Those of you who saw me on Skype last Sunday morning know that it was a joyful trip to the village.  This story may read differently than the one you heard because I am not the greatest at storytelling.  Gabi was in the other room and included me in some little details that I missed.  Nat told us this news all in Russian, so I did not understand how some parts connected.  Anyways I’ll start at the beginning.  During the summer when we went to help with summer English camp, the NGO we helped was anxiously awaiting their grant funding for the quarter.  They had little money but were still preparing for camping.  Gabi and I had a grand time helping shuck peas, shred carrots and making paroshque.  Nat and her husband, not wanting to take out a loan from the bank started to ask neighbors, friends and merchants if they would donate items for camp or even let them borrow food and supplies with the promise they would refund everything to the full once they received the grant money.  Gabi and I were inspired to help them in this by buying candy for the students.  We actually had not gotten our stipend before leaving the city, so we did not have much to give but what we had, we gladly gave.  One man Nat asked for help was Igor, a local meat seller.  He was a strong atheist and really had a hard heart towards people.  When Nat asked to borrow a considerably large amount of meat from him, he was very worried that his business would be in debt a huge amount.  Nat assured him that she would repay him.  He initially didn’t want to give his meat away, but after hearing about us, he changed his mind.  (Actually, Father did the changing).  She told him that two American girls even helped by buying candy, so he could surely help.  He was still a little worried, but Nat assured him that because she is a believer, she will repay him.  He asked if Gabi and I were believers.  Nat replied that we were and that the camp was not a believing one, but that we genuinely cared for the students and wanted to help.  It made him think that if the American girls are so kind to buy candy, then he could let Nat borrow meat.  After doing so, he began to worry again that his business would suffer.  He talked with his neighbors (who, PTL, are believers) and they started to lift him up and ask Father to provide from him.  The very next day a man came to visit Igor who had borrowed from him 10 years ago and came to pay off his debt.  Igor had forgotten about this man because after borrowing from him, the man went to jail and he never heard from him until that day.  This was amazing because it was the exact sum of money that Nat had borrowed from him! PTL.  Igor was so amazed at this unexpected payment.  He began to believe in Father and his heart became softened.  A couple weeks after English camp, Nat received the grant money and called Igor to let him know she was coming.  He told her to bring her husband.  At this meeting, he told both of them that he had begun learning of Father and meeting with his neighbors.  “I am starting to believe” he told them, “and it’s all because those girls bought candy!”  (It was not me at all, but totally Papa’s work!)  The story gets better because last week Nat ran into Igor at the market and he told her that he, his wife and three children all believe in the Son now.  Wow!

When Nat told us this story she said she still couldn’t believe it because for this man’s whole life he was very much against Papa.  What a blessing that this has happened and that I got to hear the story of this man finding forgiveness in the Son.  I am so blessed to hear of fruit.  Igor wanted to meet Gabi and I last weekend, but he was out of town buying meat for his business.  I may never meet this man, but I will always remember him.  It is a great encouragement for me, especially now as I am thinking more and preparing more for returning home.  It is such a great display of Papa’s mystery and His grace.  It is a reminder that He chooses to use us sometimes in the most unexpected ways.  He used a simple thing – buying candy – for His glory.

I hope this encourages you today!

Now to Him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to His power that is at work within us, to Him be glory in the fellowship and in the Son throughout all generations, for ever and ever! Amen.  Eph. 3:20