Differences

From my journal:

Thursday, May 28, 2009
I'm sitting next to Sacha while he goes through my iTunes (he's on Foux De Fafa right now).
I love this.
I know I can do this for my living. These kids have such a childish love for me and I adore them.
I am constantly surprised at how God can bring people together in community.
Sometimes I feel like I have a lot of differences with the people I came with, especially in my faith.
But still, despite our differences, God can find a way to show us our similarities.
There's a big world out there, but again and again I find that the differences are small.
I'm excited.
I'm excited to do this for God, by God.
Thank you God for other countries, for small differences, and for Russian boys that steal your computer to listen to Ben Folds. : )

Name Variations

So far on the trip, the kids (mainly the boys) have given my name a few interesting translations. I thought I'd share them with you.

So I started by telling them my name (Addie), which promptly lead to them thinking my name was Eddie.

They then made the connection to Eddie Murphy, so that became my name (which was really hard to drop.)

I made an effort to get rid of it by telling them my real name was Addison, which lead to them changing my name to Addison Murphison.

This morning one of the boys then turned Eddie into Freddy which resulted in my next name: Freddy Crouger.

I have also been repeatedly called Crazy Frog.

So there.

Addie.
Eddie Murphy.
Addison Murphison.
Freddy Crouger.
Crazy Frog.