prag and prayers

I got called by God to pee in a bush yesterday.

I have realized that I only can blog about a few of the everyday miracles and amazing events happening on my journey.

I really didn't plan to go to Prag and stay with two American guys from Mississippi, but God obviously had. And he has been planning it for a long time, but I have been ignoring his excited: Prag! (It was hard ignoring him when he sat me next to the only guy from Prag at the conference and the first thing this guy said was: Prag. And the one guy I felt I should go up to and ask whether Prag was on the way to Wienna was the one guy that was on his way to Wienna...)

I ended up laying on a blue and white blanket in the forest close to the Czech boarder, eating Dresden country side apples and praying with this Italian nomad who's favourite spice is saffran. I never knew that saffran is a small yellow flower and that you only use "the small lips for the bees" to make the spice.

"The papers for the dog please", the man at the boarder said in German, I think, as Amelia barked at him. "I don't have any" Juran replied as God had told him not to lie. "Park over there" said the man with our passports in his hand. "You might have to hitch hike Juran said to me, looking a little nervous. His passport is actually invalid because he lost it, reported it missing, and the found it again. And because he doesn't want to fill his dog up with medicines once a year she is a bit illegal because she lacks papers... A few intense prayer minutes later we got our passports handed back. "Can we go?" Jurgen said with this definite hint of suprise in his voice. The man waved us of, with his well practiced I'm a grumpy guard-look. I love God. May he always be praised.

It hurt my heart driving through this beautiful forest landscape with fields and mist and apple trees, with women standing in their underwear by rundown road side shacks, waving to the passing cars. How can one possibly want to pay for sex in a falling to pieces prostitution shack at lunch time on a beautiful sunny Monday? I'm sorry I sound more naive than I should be by now, but it still shocks me, and I believe it always should.

I got called by God to pee in a bush in a park in the Zizkow area of Prag. I was climbing a hill looking for a washroom, and God went: "There. Definitly pee there" in that wordless communication of his. How weird is that calling? I peed. I also found a handful of pictures of girls ages 17-18 and up, spread out among the leaves. The girls looked a bit like workign girls some of them, some of them just teens looking a bit hurt, with porny kind of posters on the walsl behind them. Most of them fully dressed, some of them half naked. They were all from different times, the oldest from -88. I picked them up and prayed for them, placing the pictures and my Bible before me, infront of this big building with a massive statue of a horse and a rider. The wind was blowing the pages of my Bible back and forth, back and forth, through the psalms and proverbs. I prayed whatever opened up, and sung the words. A few lines from Song of Songs really stuck out to me when the pages opened up there. I held the picture of a tired looking, blonde girl, wearing two necklaces with crosses, standing in her room full of teddy bears and posters. Who is she? kept haunting me. God, please help her!

I might be here for one single person, someone like these girls, who just really needs a hug and some love from God. Low in faith, I find myself thinking, what if she doesn't speak English?

I have got money on my account. I got more money than I was expecting from work. I'm no longer broke... yeey!

I am a little scared of being so small in this city. It really is humbling to have no idea why I am here, not know the language, not know the place. I am going to try to buy some food now. God really wants to feed these American guys. God knows they need a woman in their lives, Matthew has had vegetables twice in two months.