Part of a series of 5 to give you a glimpse of the last week and why it’s been different than our regular routine.
Once upon a Tuesday, it was Sagan-Sar. The day had come.
Literally translated, “Sagan-Sar” means “White Month” and is one of the biggest Mongolian holidays in the year: The Lunar New Year.
Equivalent to our Christmas, this is a time where the nation shuts down for (at least) 3 days as people go home to their families for a time of formalities, feasting and tradition.
The plan was to join in the festivities and experience firsthand this part of the culture, and it was an honour to do so. We were excited to don our dells and join this special time of visiting families.
Well, kind of…
In this story I have to be truthful:
The idea of spending a very conspicuous day of eating bodz (meatball in steamed dough and oil), stumbling through Mongolian phrases, receiving milk-tea, and remembering when to sniff and what to touch and the whole order of operations was more than intimidating. I was praying for mercy.
For days ahead of time I prayed to be shown mercy. I prayed that God would give me great courage, a strong stomach, or to make me sick. If none of these happened, I would give it my best shot and enjoy the adventure to the best of my ability, but not without a good dousing of prayer.
And then, it was Sagan-Sar. The day had come
…and I felt fine.
Better than fine – 100% healthy and energetic! I tried not to be disappointed; instead I figured God had something pretty cool in store for me if he was lining me up to actually go and do this.
I prepared for the day and went about my business. And at 8:30, I got a text.
“Hey Anna, I’m really sorry but…”
the friend who was going to stay with the kids this day was sick.
Sick! Not me! Her! What?!
There was no good way, logistically, to get around this one. I had to stay home with the kids. Oh Shucks!
I felt bad for our friend, but I also had to shake my head and laugh. We have a crazy God who provided for me through POOP! I never thought I would praise him for diarrhea but I certainly was on Tuesday.
We have a God who is full of surprises. So next time you have an upset stomach, just think: You never know who you might be blessing that day!