Switzerland

I have not been blogging as much as I intended on my vacation...and for a good reason. I've been too busy enjoying life and haven't been on the computer much.

I just got back from a fantastic time in Switzerland with my friends Zac and Stef Fischer. We all did our TESOL (Teaching English to Speakers of Other Languages) training in Montana summer of 2008 together. Zac and I were in a teaching group together and we had some great times together, and a lot of laughs. I don't think I've laughed as hard as I did that month...between the random, sarcastic banter that all in our teaching group are adept at, to randomness of other students, and bizarre skits. So, when they heard I was going to be in Europe they invited me to Switzerland.

My time in Scotland has been a break, but it's also been a time for processing, prayer, seeking advice, debriefing, and just letting the noise in my head and spirit quiet down so I could hear the voice of God and hear myself breathe. Switzerland was a time to put soul-searching in the shelf and appreciate friendship and the beauty of God's creation.







And find beauty, I did! Zac and Stef just welcomed me into their every day lives as well as showing me some of the highlights the country has to offer as far as views and landscapes and good food. From sunsets over the Alps to the lakes that are so blue it looks like the sky fell into them and is just puddled there between the majestic mountains, it took my breath away and restored my soul. I have a love affair with mountains that began when I moved to Colorado and I think will remain an addiction until I die. (still asking God why I am living in a DESERT!)



I was also introduced to Raclette, a fun Swiss specialty. You melt cheese in small trays in the little oven on the middle of the table, cook your veggies and meat on top, and then put it all over potatoes! It was delicious and an interactive, community way of sharing a meal together. If you ever make it to Switzerland, I highly recommend it.



So a huge thank you to my hosts and friends the Fischers! I'm so thankful our paths crossed for a crazy month in Montana and that our friendship continues. The more I get to know you, the more I love and appreciate who you are. God has put his great heart for the nations in you and I know that he will impact many lives through you. He has given you talent and passion and fun that is a blessing to all you interact with. Thanks for welcoming me into your lives and generously blessing me! Let's meet again on this little globe sometime soon.

Step in to the pub

Well friends, come with me on a wee journey to a nice pub down yonder. We've frequented a few but this one tonight is of note because Sunday evenings are live music nights. Here, come through the door and order yourself a pint at the bar. It's quite the nice atmosphere in here isn't it? Dark wood, small tables and cozy booths. Well, it would be quite nice to stay in here but once you've got your Guinness, follow me to the back room....



Here, have a seat at the big wooden tables. How fun to join 12 other strangers at your table isn't it? The music is mellow and folkish. A couple is singing and harmonizing and you'd swear it was in the English language but the lilt in their accent is so strong that you can't recognize all of the words. The candles provide the majority of the light in the room, save a few lights along the wall and shining onto some paintings.

The Scottish men sitting next to you proceed to down two pints, two bottles of beer and three shots of whiskey without seeming affected at all. I know if I had that, I'd be crawling out of this place on my hands and knees! But the Scots are known for their liquor intake and subsequent tolerance. I will just take my time with my Guinness and have no need for something else, because it truly is like drinking a loaf of bread.

The music is lovely isn't it? Although it seems as though "unrequited love" is the theme for the night. I guess that provides material for the most emotionally charged lyrics doesn't it? Thankfully the man with the bagpipes or the banjo player will jump in with a lovely Scottish tune that makes you feel like getting up and dancing a jig. The mandolin and the fiddles fill in the gap as well. In between those songs, it's almost like a library as people huddle and whisper to each other or carry on conversation in low tones out of respect for the music. The white-haired men pipe in with an occasional acapella tune about a bonnie lassie they once knew that broke their heart. Death Cab for Cutie even made it on the repertoire this evening.



Well, that was fun. On the way out we stop and I give my compliments to the banjo player and he leans in so close his nose almost touches my face. He smells of cigarettes and whiskey but seems a nice enough fellow. I have to ask him to repeat himself a few times because his of thick accent and within the next five minutes he's invited us to every gig he's doing up and down the west coast the next month. We'll be seeing you Mick! We really must go. It was a great experience, maybe we'll see you another time soon.

Change is a'comin!

Do you ever get that sense that you are at the verge of something new, something that will flip your world upside down and you have no idea what it is? Like you just want to run after it with everything you have, and yet you are hesitant because it will mean life change and leaving things behind.

This is the amorphous zone I'm in right now. I'm happy to say that I'm a bit more happy right now. I had some great times of prayer, some debriefing, building some new friendships, hung out with people that have different perspective, different experiences, and wisdom to offer.

One thing I am breaking free from is GUILT! I have been tending to hang that like a weight around my neck and making decisions out of it, and holding back because of it, and sitting under a cloud of it. I have had some time looking at the root of guilt in my life and breaking it off. I don't think I will never feel guilty again, but I feel as though I've found a dose of freedom during this time. And Christian guilt is the worst. We shroud it in this thing that looks like holiness and servanthood, but really it's ugly, stinky guilt. Really, we are not called to take on all the world's load, we are not called to be walking martyrs because it induces some kind of spiritual perfection in us, we are not called to serve because there is no other option....we are called to live an abundant life in Christ! We are called to run the race marked out for us. We are called to take on His yoke. We are called to live a life of fullness and abundance, not heaviness and drudgery. My mother and I spoke last night on the phone and she even commented that I don't sound so guilty any more. Praise God! Freedom is a beautiful thing.

But still, there are some decisions in my hands right now. I have a number of things that I'm praying through, processing and talking with people about. I wish I could divulge more, but I do ask for your prayers as I wade through all this. I guess the thing I can tell you is that change is happening. I have had a sense that transition was upon me this whole last year. That feeling is even stronger than ever. So, I'm waiting on the Lord, asking him for the fullness of this next season for me.

I will be heading to Switzerland in a week and I'm looking forward to a change of scenery and hanging out with friends I haven't seen in a while as well as exploring a country that I have not been to yet!

19

Saturday came and went.
The rain fell. I walked the streets of Glasgow, sipped on a Starbucks Gingerbread latte, and thought about my brother James, a lot.

It would have been his 19th birthday that day.

It seems like a cliche but I really can't believe three years have passed with him no longer on this earth. When he died, I thought time would have to stop to just absorb the loss, but as anyone who has walked the path of grief knows, time continues to pass, whether you think it fair or not.

There is this forever space in my life. It's so strange now to meet new people and they have no idea the space is there. They have no reference to tell them what once filled the space apart from the things I can tell them. I still don't know how to answer the question "So, do you have any brothers or sisters?" The pain is not so sharp but the answer still seems forced and never complete.

I woke up Saturday just more aware of that space than I have been other days. The day passed. People, mostly strangers, interacted with me without knowing, and life moved on. The day was relatively quiet. No expectations. No cake. No phone calls home to say "Happy Birthday little bro!" Just rain, memories and a few tears. Another anniversary come and gone.

To the depths of the well

Burnout comes when you come into a higher level of responsibility and haven’t tapped into the corresponding revelation of God.

This week I am sitting in on the lectures for the School of Frontier Missions here. The speaker is sharing on Member Care.

Today she made the above comment and it hit me straight to the heart. I felt this resonate in relation to the wall of burnout that I have encountered myself. She had us take some time to seek God as to the challenge in front of us and what God wants to say about who he is in response to it.

So, the following is the picture I received:

The challenge:
I am standing at a well of water. In my hands are a bucket and in front of me is a crowd of people waiting for water. I have been giving water out, quite energetically for quite some time. The well was brimming full and many people have received water as they came.

Over time, I noticed the well was starting to diminish. However, I didn’t think much of it as there was still plenty of water every time I dropped the bucket down into it.

Now, I’m at a point where the bucket and the rope it is attached to is barely reaching the surface of the water. I begin to panic, and I begin to stop giving out the water. I think to myself, if I give out any more, it will be gone. I should wait for it to fill back up or for a good rain shower. I can’t give away what I don’t have.

This is so clearly how I’m feeling right now, a deep vacant well, an empty bucket and many people asking for water. But, what is God saying in the middle of it all? What is the revelation I need to go with the corresponding level of responsibility?

As I listened, God spoke:
Your perception of the well must change. You are seeing the well as empty, when really, you do not know the depths of the well. The resources you have to go to the depths have only gotten you so far, now you must go deeper for water. In the depths the waters are fresh, cool and life-giving. The well will not run dry. It is not empty, you just have to go deeper.

Take me deeper Lord! I will send my bucket down to those depths. Fill it! Take me to that depth with you!

The love of God

Yesterday there was a break in the clouds and the rain. I glanced out the window of the YWAM base and saw the sea was still and it was almost as if it was calling my name. I put on my coat and grabbed my camera and walked along the beach for about 2 hours. The seals were basking on the rocks and playfully jumping in and out of the waves. The sun over the Isle of Arran painted pictures across the sky going from golden to purple.

I’ve been consumed by the love of God the last few days. In many ways I came here wanting to search for answers and direction. I feel that those will come in time, but first and foremost, God wants my heart. And he wants to take me deeper with him, and open my spirit to his extravagant love.

Sadly God’s love is something we reduce to a basic Sunday School concept and we nod with agreement in our “spiritual maturity” when we talk about the love of God for people. When really, the love of God is something that should make us weak in the knees when we encounter it. It is the very force that sustains our existence, and it is the very thing that makes life worth living. How dare we be passive about it.

Sadly, in my drivenness, I’ve put the love of God on the backshelf. Even in this last week, God has dusted it off and set it in front of me. I’m forced to reckon with the love of God, and when we encounter it, we are never the same.

The love of God washed over me as I stood on the beach yesterday. Me, small, meek, insignificant in the scheme of things, but known by the God of the universe. He spoke his love as he painted a majestic sunset across the sky for me. His Spirit whispered to my heart. Words of intimacy, beauty, love.

“My beloved speaks and says to me, ‘Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away…’” (Song of Solomon 2:10)

If you have not heard the song by Kim Walker, I suggest finding it and letting the truth of God’s love sink, sink deep into your spirit. Not just Sunday School knowledge, let it ruin you and weaken your knees. Let is send tears down your face and shake you to the core of your being. This is the intensity with which we are loved:

He Loves Us

He is jealous for me
Loves like a hurricane
I am a tree
Bending beneath the weight of his wind and mercy
When all of a sudden I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by Glory
And I realize just how beautiful you are and how great your affections are for me

Oh how he loves us, so
Oh How he loves us, how he loves us so

We are his portion and he is our prize
Drawn to redemption by the grace in his eyes
If grace is an ocean we’re all sinking
So, heaven meets earth like a sloppy wet kiss
And my heart turns violently inside of my chest
I don’t have time to maintain these regrets when I think about the way

He loves us
Oh how he loves us
Oh how he loves us
Oh how he loves

A few beautiful things in Scotland so far:

On time trains. coffee. Glasgow. the sea. sleeping in. rain. more rain. lots of refreshing rain. curly hair because of the rain. new friends. old friends. a comfortable bed. corporate worship. red-faced Scottish men offering to buy me a pint. grocery stores. brie cheese. Guinness. high speed internet. skype chat with my family. the sun peeking through the clouds. smiling hellos. the front seat of a car. more coffee. hot water. men that look me in the eye. hugs. a walk by myself. my headscarf in the bottom of my suitcase. the Scottish lilt. men in kilts. soy lattes. using a credit card. cadbury chocolate. prayer. jeans. the English language. green grass. the fall leaves. electricity at the flip of a switch. freedom.

A few photos from a walk I took this morning:

Teams will come and teams will go...

I am presently preparing to catch a flight this afternoon for a much-needed two month break. I'm looking forward to refreshing and spending time with God and hopefully making some new friends.

But, as it is in this organization, the door is always a revolving one. I got up early this morning to say goodbye to a team that has been here with us for the past month. I really enjoyed having them here and they served our team and blessed the people of this place, especially the women, so much. It was life-giving to me because much of the stuff we did together is where my heart is.

This photo was from a local friend of mine's birthday party. There was much dancing, talking and eating after this photo was taken.

I love meeting new people, but it's always hard to see them go. Thankfully, the world is a really small place and chances are I'll see people again.

Off I go!

Get you up on a high mountain....

(Isaiah 40:9)




There is something exhilarating about mountains. It is such hard work to push your body up one, but once at the top, you forget all the pain, all the exhaustion and the burning in your lungs, and you stand in awe at the view around you.

I hemmed and hawed about whether I should join my two friends on the hike up the mountain. I was the one who pushed for it, but when the morning came I panicked a little. I was afraid I would hold up the group. I have been working out fairly consistently but the town we were in sits 6,000 ft. above my city. Then we were going to ascend another 6,000 ft. I wasn't sure I was used to the altitude and in good enough shape. But that morning, I got up, hard-boiled some eggs and of course, drank a good strong cup of coffee. I donned the strangest outfit I've ever worn hiking a mountain before: black dress pants (they were the most durable and comfortable of the two pairs of pants I had with me), a punjabi top (to maintain culturally appropriate attire), a fleece jacket and a head scarf.



We set out before sunrise...myself, a friend and former teammate of mine from America, and a Pakistani man working with another NGO in town. The two of them started walking really fast, and I was a bit worried the pace might wear me out quickly. We had to hike an hour just to the base of the mountain, traversing peoples' wheat fields and passing by shepherds already bringing their animals out for early morning grazing.

As we started up the mountain, all the jump-roping I had been doing the previous months was paying off. I was keeping pace with the men and even urging them on at times. Our Pakistani member of the group insisted on taking a few tea breaks on the way up. He even bought his own full thermos of black tea and a glass! We told him you could meet 100 hikers on a mountain in America, and he'd be the only one with tea to share! While he took tea breaks, I kept moving forward and beat both of them to the top.

At the summit (sitting just over 14,500 feet according to the GPS) the view was fantastic!!! We could see the peaks of the mountains from three countries all around us. I was in awe at the beauty of creation all around me. We had lunch and then sat at the top for about an hour. The guys took a nap. I closed my eyes for a bit but wanted to just take in the beauty and the grandeur all around me. Creation always leads me to praise the creator. I can't help but worship in the outdoors. This day was no exception. I let the praise flow while we were up there.





I have been hoping for an opportunity to do some hiking and climbing since I've moved here but this was the first real opportunity. The mountains closer to where I live are still littered with landmines and I haven't wanted to take that chance with my life! This area however saw little to none of the war and the countryside is free and clear. I hope there will be more opportunities like this in the future.

Girl, you wear your bathrobe with STYLE!

I wish I had any pictures from that morning, but words will have to create the scene instead. Every Saturday is the Tajik Bazaar. On this day, the peoples of from either side of the Tajikistan border come together to mix and mingle, sell their goods and reveal close up the juxtaposition of two very different worlds.

A river runs between the two countries and at one place the river splits, leaving a small piece of land in between. You cross a bridge on either side of it, leaving your passport behind at the border station and a lingering question haunts you, "which country am I in right now?" There's probably a legal answer for this, but on Saturday, bumping shoulders with Tajiks and Afghans, it's anybody's guess.

It's mostly men at the bazaar from the Afghan side. My friends and I walk through the crowd, feeling a bit like celebrities as the local governer, the principle of the school, the head of security, and the border commander all stop to say hi and give their greetings, many of them wearing their Karzai-style coat giving them an air of dignity and even, maybe, royalty, at least in this small village-kingdom that they rule.

The thing that strikes me however, is the women. My head has been so immersed in Afghan style, literally even, as I wrap my headscarf around me as it keeps getting blown off by the wind, that I am taken aback at how different Tajik style is. (and feeling a bit shameful as I remember a time when I looked at a map with all the "stans" and thought, isn't it all the same?!). The Tajik women are both selling and buying at the bazaar...already revealing the somewhat greater freedom of movement and involvement outside the home. They are dressed in what I can best describe as a flowered moo-moos, and of course, their pants underneath are another pattern and color scheme entirely than the top. I brush by girls in their young twenties who would look right at home in America: skinny jeans and t-shirts with name brands boldly printed across the front.

Janna, one of the other girls on my team, elbows me and whispers "oh my goodness. Check out that girl!" A Tajik girl walks by us with head held high. She has around her a terry-cloth robe which is brightly pink striped with the words "I love you" written all over it. It's dotted with red hearts. She has on pants just as bright and knee-high rubber boots. What I might wear to a "bad taste party" she has carefully purchased, dressed in and paraded through the bazaar in this collision of cultures.

The story of the goat and the mouse

Well, I am back from the remote northeast and there are many stories to tell. I figured I'd just post on here as I have time. But I wanted to start with a little fun tale that was a memorable experience. (and as a note of caution, for those of you who aren't so keen on bathroom stories, skip this post and wait for the next one to come...)

It was late at night at our friends' guesthouse. Their accommodations are a bit more well, primitive than a 5 star guesthouse in say, well, anywhere else. The toilet is basically an outhouse (but keep in mind, many peoples' bathrooms are just a spot somewhere on the ground outside).

This particular night, I had to use the bathroom after the generator had been turned off for the night. So, I donned my handy-dandy headlamp and made my way to the outhouse. I lifted up the seat to the toilet, and I don't normally glance down into the toilet of outhouses, but my light from my headlamp happened to shine directly down into the hole. I saw something moving in the light. I did a double take and saw a white little mouse scurrying around on the...ahem, pile. My thought was, "sucks to be that mouse right now." Then I turned around and what should have made its way into the outhouse behind me but a goat! I grabbed the broom in the corner and hit the goat on its butt trying to get it to make its way kindly back out and leave me in privacy. However, the goat was stubborn as all get out and refused to move, let alone leave me alone to take care of business. So, I figured well, goat and mouse, we will experience this trip to the bathroom together.

Yep, a moment I will remember forever...and the goat and the mouse probably will too.

Our team

God has entrusted his task "to the ends of the earth" to people such as these. :) Inspires great confidence doesn't it?!

Our team is off to a more remote part of the country for a few months. I am helping co-lead the team for a month of this time, helping getting project things set up and running, and especially talking with the government officials. It is going to test my language skills for sure!

So remember us as we go. I won't be near the internet for about a month's time and we are not guaranteed cell-phone coverage where we will be. I'll post some photos and an update when I return to civilization.

Until then....

I took photos of my room when I first arrived back in February. I looked around at all the work that had to be done and figured I’d feel a lot better about the process if I took pictures and compared the progress.

Today, the president of the country came to my city so we are just keeping a low profile today. I usually spend at least one of my two days off all day at home, catching up on reading, doing my laundry (in the machine, or by hand, depending on whether there is electricty). Today was an electricity day and so I decided to tackle a project I have been waiting two years to finish…I hemmed my curtains. I had a local woman make them for me but she made them about a foot too long and they have just sat there with the extra foot piled at the bottom collecting dust….a LOT of dust.

Well, I took out my sewing machine that I bought off another worker that left earlier this year. It is a beautiful sea-foam green and is from Japan so I can’t read a thing on the dials and have to experiment and guess and hope that I have the right tension for the stitches, etc. And, I actually hemmed my curtains. I’ve been looking at them every weekend thinking, “I should hem those” but something else always seemed more important. I guess life still can be productive when you are holed-up inside your house! ☺

So, without further ado, here are the before and after pictures of how I’ve made my room into a nice little sanctuary…
Before: (sorry the poor quality. They were taken with my camera phone at night)






After:




The room is a weird shape…long and rectangular. So, I split it into two with a sitting area so the other girls can come in and sit and chat and we watch movies in here sometimes. The other half is my bedroom area and I just finished what I was wanting to do by hiring someone to make my bookshelf. Now, after 7 months, I have finally unpacked all my stuff!

Colorado rest

This last week I spent in Colorado around Denver, Colorado Springs and the Breckenridge area. I can't tell tell you how refreshed my soul feels when I am in the outdoors. It makes me wonder why people in Colorado are not some of the happiest on earth.



I also had some time to catch up and hang out with my dear friend Augustine (pictured below) and Bob and Donna (my other, southern parents) and visit the Y base while I was in town. It so blesses me to have relationships that can continue on even after months and even years of not seeing people. If I didn't have friends that could just pick up after time has passed, well, I wouldn't have very many friendships at all because I'm so in and out.



So, this afternoon I board yet another plane and begin yet another journey across the ocean. It's strange how this jumping back and forth, switching from tank tops to head scarves, speaking English and Persian in nearly one breath, going from green trees to brown desert within a day has become normal. I have to admit that the transition and the current stress of life overseas has taken it's toll on me. I am sensing a need for a possible extended rest. I may not know what that looks like and I feel that I am to keep going hard through the finish of our school (March 2010). For those of you who do pray for me, I'd ask for you especially to lift up this area. I want to walk in fullness and really am seeking to find joy again in what I do, my relationship with God, and with others.

To those of you I spent time with in the States or talked with on the phone during this time...thank you for blessing my life! You are all so important to me and thanks for pouring into our friendship. I love you!

Jeremy and Rachael's wedding

My brother is a married man!
In one day I gained a sister-in-law and a new neice!

Through my blurry-eyed jet lag I was able to arrive at home, get my hair cut, get a cute dress for the wedding, and engage in the rehearsal dinner and all other wedding activities in style. It has been so great to be home for this event as Jeremy is the first of our family and my cousins to get married.

The wedding was very casual and it was a beautiful day in the park. The ceremony was quick, simple and sweet. Rachael's beautiful daughter, Bella, stood up front with Jeremy and Rachael. She seems to be quite taken with her new dad as well as her "Uncle Bill." I have to admit, it was quite the adjustment to hear this little girl call my mom, "Grandma." I love how our family is growing!

The reception was a lot of fun with dancing and visiting with relatives. It was very special for me to be able to share this day with them. I'm so thankful I was able to make it back. I often feel so far away from home and distant from people but being able to make it back and participate in these important occasions makes the distance seem a little less.

So, congratulations Jeremy and Rachael (and Bella!). I wish you the best in your future together and may you grow closer as a family (and to our whole family) and continue to love one another even more every day!



With the bride and groom



The siblings together again

Engagement Party

As in most cultures, engagements and weddings can be all-consuming, big events. This culture is no exception. At the time of engagement, after back and forth communication between the man's family and the women's family (most marriages are arranged here), an agreement is made and then an official party is held to announce the engagement. Unlike my own culture however, the woman stays at home while the families party. Last week I had the privilege to attend the party.

If the family has money they rent a wedding hall and have a big ordeal, but if the family has less money, like the family that I attended the party with, the event is held in the home.

So, I donned my visiting clothes (the ones with the sparkly sequins all over them...yes, I'm contextualizing!), went over to a local friend's house and then we went together to the party. We were seated in a room which proceeded to fill to the brim with women and children. And just when I thought we couldn't fit more people in, the whole bride's family showed up announcing their arrival with hand drums, carrying a tray of gifts on their head. Later they will present these gifts for the bridegroom and members of his family. They usually consist of clothes, scarves, toiletry items and such. The women entered the room, and we proceeded with the formalities of kissing each other three times on the cheek with each woman. I was trying to count how many kisses I gave/received but after the first ten women went by, I lost track!

We sat around and had tea while the young teenage girls played the hand held drums and took turns dancing in the center of the room. After a few cups of tea we went to another room where the lunch was set out for us. I had to smile when I was seated next to a plate of rice that I was told was made with less oil (my friend knows foreigners don't consume as much oil as they do here) and I was handed a spoon, rather than expected to eat with my hands (which by the way...I have mastered the art of, but still prefer the spoon if it's an option!).



So there was more eating, and there was more dancing, and there was much chatting. I love the world of women that I get to experience here. They sit around talking of weather and kids. The women are nursing their babies, chatting about their children's upcoming school exams and laughing and dancing. There is so much beauty seated in that room. I can sense God looking down on them and delighting in them and longing to call them his own. What a privilege to experience!

Beauty in the desert

In my compound, surrounded by concrete, sits a garden of beauty...reds, oranges, yellows, pinks. The flowers greet me in the morning and remind me of how we as humans are attracted to beauty. With my garden in full bloom, my eyes don't dwell on the brown, mud-brick walls, or the gray cement. They dart straight for the brilliant colors and complementing hues of the flowers.

Beauty can be found in unlikely places here, hidden in the lines etched on a woman's face, peeking out from under her scarf. It can be found in the hand that slips into mine by a little girl walking down the street next to me. It can be found in the lilting language as someone says, "you are like family to me." There is dust and dirt and sweltering heat and violence and fear, but there is a beauty to be found in this land.


I'm also finding there is a beauty to be found in the spiritual desert. In seasons of dryness, when the voice of God seems a far-off whisper, when circumstances buffet us like a storm, when people wound us in uexpected ways, Beauty breaks through. The soft breeze of the Spirit blows through our life. The nearness of God breaks the distance of humanity. He kisses our foreheads and floods our hearts. And we can't help but turn our eyes to the beauty and away from the grays and browns and dullness of our lives.

Let us fix our eyes on Him!

Where am I again?!

In the capital city, there is a hotel that costs $250 a night to stay in. When you walk through the massive security gates you enter into a world that is nothing like the one you left behind. You can change into a bikini and go for a dip in the pool. You can sip a cappuccino while checking your email on your computer via wireless. You can get a massage or a facial. You can eat at the buffet for a mere $35 a person. You can stroll through the garden with the roses in bloom, the fountain flowing, and the grass soft beneath your feet. For some, in other parts of hte world, this is may be an everyday experience. Here, it is a rare treat.

Yesterday I had the opportunity to see the dance recital of a studio here in town. Some of my friends' children were in it. So, I went with others to see the performance and then afterward we sat in the courtyard, eating the best bowl of ice cream I've had in awhile, letting the breeze blow through my hair as my scarf rested on my shoulders and then topped it off with a nice strong cup of coffee. I was in heaven. What a blessing! Here are a few photos from my day:





In this last photo I am wearing an antique wedding headdress. The shopkeeper said it came from the city that I live in, but the stitching on it was from a group in the south part of the country. I don't know if any of that was true, but it looked so funky I couldn't resist a photo opp.

Dr. Mom

11 May 2009 marks the day my mom officially completed her PhD. studies! She successfully defended her dissertation and can now be called by the prestigious title of Dr. I'm so proud of her because she went back to school when I was still in high school and went on to continue her Masters and PhD studies in Indiana. She persevered through some really difficult times, especially when my brother died. She put in the long hours, the sacrifice and stuck it through even when she felt she couldn't add another word to her dissertation. She's an amazing woman and I'm so proud of her!

Beginning of the school

Today was our first day with our students. We still have a few more on the way as they are coming from remote locations around the world. It's an exciting season and I have a lot of anticipation as to what He wants to impart to us. However, I am still struggling to juggle the responsibility of my role here and saddened over not being able to do as much of things that I enjoy doing, such as teaching. I've also been processing how I might be able to have an opportunity to do a bit of writing. We'll see.

I thought I'd post some photos for some updates on our work on our house. There is still more to do in the kitchen and in the classroom but here is where we are at right now:

The kitchen:




The classroom:



I wish I had some before pictures because then you'd be able to see we got a LOT of work done! I'm looking forward to all the things happeing in these rooms...great food being created for fellowship times over meals, and great teaching and prayer times in our classroom.

Construction and New Beginnings

In a short time we will have a house overflowing with guests, new students and long-term staff. Our school will be beginning (and if you need more details...email me as I won't post about that on here too much). But, because of that we are expanding our kitchen which meant rerouting our front door. In addition to that we are fixing up our classroom, readying our house for more people and basically, keeping busy all day long.

Construction in this country always intrigues me. I picture what people like my grandfather would think if they came here...like when I first moved into my house in 2005. it was a "brand new" house but I had to turn on my ceiling light by putting two wires together without getting shocked by 220 volt electricity. One day I went to open my door and the doorknob snapped off in my hand, thereby locking me in my room until someone heard me and opened the door from the outside. Things are cheaply made, jimmy-rigged, temporarily "fixed" and done as cheaply as possible. We discovered this when finally decided to tackle the issue of our basement walls constantly leaking water thereby causing mold and damage to the wall. We dug out next to the wall and discovered that the evidently the hole for the basement had been dug, some bricks thrown against the sides of the hole, and some plaster and paint was put over the bricks. There were big gaping holes where large quantities of water were seeping in. Lovely.

So, to give you a peek into the world of construction here, I thought I'd show you a bit of what we've been having worked on lately:

This is our kitchen after the cupboards and everything was taken out. As you can see, we have a ways to go. We are expanding it out into what used to be our entry-way. We are adding a serving window because we eat outside for half of the year. We are also adding nice marble counter tops, some storage areas, and a new sink. So, consider this the "before" picture.




Here are the guys helping us get this done. Yes, he is applying plaster with his hands. That's the way things get done here. The guy on the far right has worked for us for a few years. He has been such a blessing to us here...he is a man of integrity and has such a soft heart. We'd love to see him in the Family some day.



This is how cement gets mixed here. You can see the shovel and the bag in the background.


Here's our newly installed front door. The room that this door enters into was my first bedroom I lived in here. This room has been used for many things. Now it's the entry-way and bit of a community hang out place.

The exciting thing about all this is it reminds me that there are new things to come, more people to walk through this place, and more that He wants to do among us. I'm looking forward to seeing how things grow and change among our community here.

Visiting Basil in Taiwan

Well, friends, in response to the floods of emails and messages on facebook, I was going to give you a little update on my trip to Taiwan to visit Basil. I was able to get away from work for a week and visit. I stayed with some other girls working with my same organization at the base there in Taiwan. However, I have to admit, most of my time was spent with one person....

Taiwan is beautiful, especially when coming from the deserts of central Asia! We had a chance to go to the beach, cruise around the city on Basil's moto, hike one of the nearby peaks, spend some time in Taipei, sit at starbucks, and just spend some quality time together. It was great to be able just to see Basil's life in Taiwan, meet his friends and roommates and be in the midst of the places he spends his time. So, he's seen A-land and now I've gotten to see Taiwan.

This week was a real blessing...thanks for all of you who expressed your excitement and your support and your prayers for us. We are both very excited about this season and the way God has brought us together. The week FLEW by but I'm so thankful for the time we were able to hang out. I'll continue to keep you posted! ;)

Here are some more photos from the week:


The ferris wheel...on the top of which we took the above picture of the two of us. The view of the city was fantastic!


A typical scene of the streets of Taiwan.


The view from the top of the hill we climbed. Unfortunately it was a little hazy but it was still beautiful!


Driving around on the moto.