One of my student's dad owns a Chinese restaurant here. I LOVE all foods Asian, and other than a questionable Styrofoam box of orange chicken in the Miami airport in October, I haven't had Chinese food since I came here in July. Heather and I spent yesterday morning together at an orphanage, and we decided that, as our day-after-Thanksgiving, no-school-for-me treat, we would go out to Jorge's restaurant for lunch.
It was a beautiful restaurant, and I was so excited to be able to tell Jorge that I ate at his restaurant. It's the time of year when Bolivian missionaries pinch pennies because of extra costs that come in December (Bolivia has a cultural tradition of paying all employees a double salary in December), so Heather and I gulped a little at the prices, but we ordered anyway and the food was delicious!
It was also great to spend time with Heather and chat with her, since when I'm teaching we really only see each other in the early morning and late at night.
When it came time to pay for the bill, the waiter asked us to go to the cash register instead of bringing us the bill, and when we got to the front of the line, the woman working turned out to be Jorge's aunt. She refused to let us pay for our meal! I was so blessed. We also got to chat about my student, and I was encouraged to see his family's concern for his wellbeing and education.
Sometimes I doubt that God will provide for my needs, or I think that He will only do it in traditional ways. By now, I should know better. I love God's little lessons, especially those that involve peanut chicken!