Dei is an old old friend, I met her in French lessons at the Alliance Francais in Jakarta back when I was super young. We went on a Paris trip together and she was the one who got me to join the church: Charismatic Worship Service when I was about 16 years old, and I got into a super evangelist phase. I was a bridesmaid at her wedding 10 years ago and that was the last time I saw her.
We met yesterday and I saw her two children for the first time: Israel and Abednego. They're adorable. She and her husband started a church up here which mainly serves the Indonesian immigrants who work in the factories nearby. I don't really have an Indonesian community in Austin, which is sad and liberating at the same time. And I haven't spoken Indonesian much but it's amazing how all those neurons are firing back to life. I can almost feel pathways that have shriveled up suddenly getting a burst of electricity and waking up. The brain is an amazing tool. I like that those cells were dormant instead of dead because after a few hours I found myself replying in Indonesian instead of English, and then when I tried to talk in English and my brain got confused and I was confused and it was really an odd feeling.
Most of the day was spent in their house chilling and hanging out with her kids, and then one of their church members cooked a small feast for me. Blackened tuna topped with chili and chicken with chili and pork satay with chili (I specifically wanted the spicy foods I remembered from childhood.) So delicious. I am SO FULL right now. But so happy. This time while the cook, a really sweet Grandpa was cooking, I asked questions, took some video, and I'm excited to try this out at home!
The community is so close knit here. Apparently the Indonesians are the largest immigrants in this area. Who knew. There are 15 Indonesian churches here!
My friends are all so scattered.