Mom, please send pants.

Well here's a funny little anecdote...

Couple things you should know before the story.

1. The Super-highway is a 6-lane road that runs all the way through town with some stoplights and the speed limit is around 50 mph. People sit along the road at restaurants, selling fruit, sitting outside shops, whatever.
2. I was commenting to my roommates this morning about how I felt like I may have gained weight...and blamed the rice. (haha)

In the middle of the church service, they release the kids to go to a "Children's Church" much like in the US. Well, as I was getting up to go help my friend with the Children's Church and I bent over to grab my Bible on the floor. RIIIIIPP. It wasn't loud, (I don't think) but I felt it...yes, my pants had ripped in the back down the seam. Thankfully my wonderful roommate Stefanie covered the kids thing for me...but I sat in my chair thinking..."well Jess, now what are you going to do?" The best plan I could think of was to leave while everyone's attention was diverted and then, stop eating rice. So I slip out of church with the bulletin covering my rear end, no idea how bad the damage was and begin the journey home. Well, a big hole in your pants is embarassing in any country really, but even more so when your only mode of transportation is your feet and the only road home is the Super-Highway. So I begin my walk home, 2 miles down the Super-Highway with a church bulletin covering my rear, holding my head up, pretending like in America there was the SLIGHTEST chance this could be normal and thinking about how funny of a blog post this would be. I didn't dare look back to see the amusement I had brought to the many, many Thai people I walked past. Don't worry, I made it home safe and I'll be cutting back on the rice. Here's a picture of the pants.

I hope you got as big of a laugh out of this as I did, and please keep praying for me. My next post is going to be a lot deeper and tell you some areas that you can really pray for me. Love y'all!