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School day

Shoes have to be left at the door.  In this pic Alexander is trying on his new shoes. we left them with all the other shoes and told him to tidy the shoes. 

Way cool! And a bit big!

I am the man!



My attempt at obento the Japanese way of packing school lunches.  Heck, mum's who want to complain about lack  of ideas should try walk in my shoes.

Bebe stuffing her face with a segment! of a mikon (I think that's what its called-Japanese orange)

I am utterly exhausted.  My body is aching just a wee bit and my eyes are just that bit sore.  It was a surprisingly long day with my class behaving something like little hooligans.  Alexander was really, really awful. He was up at 5:30 which affected the way he responded to me which is a tad awkward as I am his teacher..  I don't think his little system understands the long days.  Have I mentioned I am teaching a kindergarten class?  I probably have but I can't remember who I've told what.  I am loving my little class and am at the same time overwhelmed with the desire to love them they way they'll understand God's love.  They need to understand that God loves them.  Japan has a lot of dysfunction with family.  Dads work hard and moms desire perfection.  Our school offers a respite, a safe space. 

Please pray for Japan.  It is a nation that doesn't want to admit its hurts.  Please pray that God will move here.
Please pray we'd be ever aware of His direction.

Much love
Philippa

Again if you need prayer please don't hesitate to message me.

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