Men Men Men

Hermana Ostler’s Update – October 28, 2013

  

Let’s just say that the men here in Puerto are very... forward. And horrible! They love to yell really awful things that I can now understand. They also like to grab at my legs or try to KISS ME (or my companion) IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET. This past week I just seemed to have had enough. I regressed back into my angsty, I-Will-Be-Sassy-Always phase. Oh man. My compy just about died of laughter from my extremely weird responses. The most common sound I make can be likened to a sheep getting stabbed in the throat -- but in a more angsty and angry way. Also yelling “IDIOTA,” or sticking my tongue out. Obviously, I have matured.

But on a more serious note, I realized that I had let a little seed of hate get planted into my heart. And how on earth can I love when I have a heart full of hate? I can’t. I have thought a lot about Christ this week. How He suffered for our sins, had nails driven through His hands and feet, was mocked, and spit upon. He NEVER had hate in His heart. He asked God to, “Forgive them, for they know not what they do.” How humbled I have been! If He could love through all that, then I can love the people who are just too ignorant and do not know how to respect the daughters of God. (So I’ll just try and ignore their comments from now on.)

How thankful I am for the good men in my life! For my Father (how I love that man), my grandfather, my brother, my friends, the men who love and respect their wives and daughters here in Peru. I love them and I will never settle for less.

Also. Still no monkeys…

I love you all, and I promise my next email will be more FUNNY and less ANGSTY.

hahahaha

Hermana Alex

Alex and Dad