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.

Spring picnic

In a world lived behind walls, under a veil and hiding from the darting eyes of the crowd, freedom is something that can be a rare experience. A woman's life is all about hiding, not standing out. But then Friday rolls around and the entire city bursts out of the walls into their cars and taxis and drives away from the city to enjoy the beauty of the rugged landscape. The time is limited...if you don't go now the scorching summer sun will beat you there, rendering the landscape brown and you wasted by the heat.

But springtime means hills are green, the weather is cooler and people are ready to get out after having tons of relatives staying for the new year.

So, this last weekend, me, some teammates and my staff headed out to the green hills in the shadow of the craggy mountains. We were in an area that was heavily trafficked by fighting about 8 years ago. Now, thankfully, the mines have been cleared and the tanks have rolled out, leaving just overgrown memories of tragic days.

I love days like these, when I have the freedom to be outside the wall, without staring eyes, the sun shining down (not beating down) and the wind blowing. I can let my scarf slip a little to my shoulders and I can race my teammates up the foothills and toss a frisbee around and play soccer to my hearts content. I was so at peace. I wish I could get out like this more often. I also wish I would not have taken my time in Colorado so much for granted and gotten out hiking and skiing more. So, I hiked until my calves were stiff and ran around until I was out of breath and took advantage of the beauty of a day of freedom, out in the hills.


Riding donkeys


The beautiful scenery


The ladies

A bit of the language learning process

Believe it or not, it has been a whole month since I left American soil! Returning to this place has been quite the adventure with it’s ups and downs. It’s a good thing I like life to have a bit of advenutre and the unexpected, because that’s what I get every day.

But, in the process of getting settled in here and back into life, I have started up with language lessons again a few days a week. I’m very conversant in my language but I’m finding that I tend to use the same words and grammar structures over and over to make my point. People understand me, but I was getting in a rut. Thankfully, we are connected with a woman who is an amazing teacher, and I’ve been working with her. She doesn’t let one object marker or one mis-conjugated verb slip by. Frustrating sometimes, but so helpful!

So, yesterday we met again and rather than just go into sentences and the picture story we have been working through, she spent some time telling me about the customs here surrounding New Years. Many of them I was familiar with but there were some things, like the things that they do at home that I hadn’t heard much about. So, there I was listening (and feeling pretty proud of myself that I was picking up probably 80-90% of what she was saying) and asking questions.

Then she tells me about what happens at home the night before New Years day here. The young children will put henna on their hands and wrap cloth around it overnight so that it sets in really nice and dark. They then wake up early, pull of the cloth and run around showing everyone how beautiful their hands are (My opinion is still to be decided on that….I love henna if it’s the decorative and intricate designs, but here also, they just cover their entire palm in it…so their skin is a brownish/orange. They think it’s beautiful…often I just think it’s, well, orange.)

Then my teacher tells me that they spread out the dasterkhan which is a giant tablecloth put on the floor for eating. Then she tells me that they fill it with things that have seen in them (not the english word seen but a word here pronounced the same way). Now I was wracking my brain to try to remember the word seen. I didn’t know this word. So, I kept listening to her story to figure out if I could pick up the meaning. She gave me some examples and then continued on telling me the whole family sits around these things, and they are really good things and they pray for the New Year together that God would bless it, that they would have health, etc. Now, my training from Wheaton was kicking in and I was thinking, well, this sounds a bit like folk religions, and I bet seen maybe means something like a magic power, or something that has strong characteristics to it. I wrote these notes in my language notebook and made a mental note to check with a local teammate of mine.

My language lesson ended and I went to talk to my teammate about it, thinking I’d hit on some deep meaningful thing in the culture. As I told him the story he said, “oh yeah. Seen…as in the letter S. They are all things that start with the letter S.” Sure enough I looked over my list of things she mentioned: sabzi, safed, somoloq, etc. Not the deep spiritual meaning I was thinking for sure! But my next question is, “why? Is there a meaning behind it, or just a tradition?” I’ll have to find out and get back to you. (although, I’ve figured out “why?” is a frustrating question to ask here because you usually don’t get an answer, or not an answer that seems conclusive!)

New Years is coming!

I took a couple pictures while I was out and about in town this week. The streets are more full of people than normal, both from the warmer weather (it was up to 80F this last week!) as well as preparations for the New Year festivities which will happen a week from now. The city is full of energy, they are beautifying everything and planting tons of trees and flowers, repaving the streets, and I keep waking up to the sounds of my neighbors beating the dust out of their rugs and cushions outside every morning.

Myself, I'm also expectant of the year to come. There is lots of energy here, lots of expectation and lots of anticipation for what this year is bringing. I know that I too have to do a little house-cleaning, some preparing and some time just sitting with Him.

What a wild two weeks!

It has been quite the whirlwind being back here these last two weeks. I feel like I've been here for a few months with all that's been going on! About a week after I was here one of the short-term team members ended up having to be brought into the military hospital because he had a seizure in our bathroom. It was an incredibly scary day and one of my worst fears as a team leader was realized.

However, the peace of God was upon all of us as we sprang into action and got on our knees. The photo above was the day that the student was released from the hospital. (the sign says welcome back). He's currently on his way out of the country to get further care. We were very sad to see their team leave.

This is a new season here. I'm realizing how much more my focus is on equipping the team and getting ready for our school in May. I am enjoying it in that a lot of my giftings in the area of leadership and teaching are going to be used, but I really miss having as much time with the local people as I did before. I am hoping to get some visiting time in this week as I've been in the house having meetings all day the last few days.

Home again!

I wish I could take video of all it takes to get to my home here in Asia. Yesterday I took a taxi drive up through the mountain pass that has banks of snow on either side of the road at least 10 feet tall in the deepest parts. There are these huge trucks that are painted so brightly with tassles and jingling things hanging off of them. They don't seem to fare well over the pass so every so often there would be one stuck in the middle of the road, or the tunnel. In front of one I even saw a small fire going and a bunch of guys gathered around warming their hands and chatting while the hood of truck stood gaping open and traffic passed by around them.

I got up to my house last night and was so warmly welcomed by my team and the short-term teams we have here. They made pizza and cake for my birthday! amazing! I got the biggest hugs and hugest smiles from my Afghan friends. It's times like these that I realize how much I love being here and what's truly important here.

Then I went home to my room and also realized how much work I have ahead of me as I glanced at my pink and purple walls in desperate need of paint, my curtain-less windows which I draped a sheet across and an empty room that needs a bit of a domestic touch to feel like it's my sanctuary. The cable for electricity for our street also blew out last night. It is being worked on as we speak so I am using a friend's computer at our other house. The realities of life here. So, no shower today...maybe tomorrow, maybe not. And I hope to at least get some new carpet today for my room. We'll see how it all goes.

Ladies Taxi

Yesterday evening I arrived in Dubai. This city never ceases to amaze me on how cosmopolitan and globalized it looks and feels, and yet how much a part of the Middle East it is.

As I exited the airport to catch a taxi to my hotel (which by the way, had the HUGEST bed I've ever seen. Between that and the cold medicine I took, it was a delightful night's sleep) I was ushered off to the side to what they called the Ladies Taxi. What an amazing idea! The driver was a woman, she only drove women passengers (and families) and get this...instead of yellow and white the car was PINK and white!!! The woman wore a pink and white uniform (complete with a pink head covering). I wish this would catch on in Af! I would LOVE to avoid being hassled by men in a small space for a extended periods of time as he drives me across the city. Maybe I could open up a ladies taxi station in my city! ;)

And you know you're in the Muslim world when: there is a sign on the ceiling and on the wall indicating which direction mecca is in the hotel room.

Well, my flight leaves in less than an hour. I was just taking advantage of the free internet at the airport. My next update will be from AF!

My new camera

Well, I'm excited about my recent purchase of a new camera to take with me overseas. I was disappointed when the lens on my old one malfunctioned last summer and I've been without it since. It was going to cost about $150 to get fixed so I decided rather than doing that I'd invest that money in a new one. I find that a camera is such a necessary item to let people in on the world that I am experiencing as well as useful for our advertising, brochures, and slideshows that we do. I've been wanting a digital SLR for a long time but opted for a high-end point and shoot...about as good as you can get without getting into the professional range of cameras. So, after I get everything set up, I hope to share some good photos with you!

Packing my bags, taking only memories

I know many of you reading this have had your fair share of transitions and maybe even lots of moving in your life. It's never easy. I forget the tumult of emotions I face every time I pull out my suitcase and begin to fill it. However, this time I've been unpacking my suitcase to refill it again. I've been bouncing around from place to place for over a month.

You know what the weirdest experience for me is? It's when people are discussing their plans for the week or two after my departure date and I'm realizing, I won't be here! Many people have joked saying "yeah Danika, every time I see you, you're saying goodbye!" I know some have this perception that I just can't or don't want to sit still. But the truth is, the transition is always hard. I am missing out on my friend's first child, missing out on my friend's new house, missing out on my friends' marriages.

But, I set out again in hopes of a future that has been called into being by God himself. This was his plan from the beginning. And, to be honest, the adventure is fun! The land of the Afghans beckons to me once again promising many conversations over cups of tea, many giggles with my team over random incidents, many tears, many friends, many experiences, many lessons, many visits to government buildings. The good and the bad and everything in between lie ahead and I anxiously await it.

I depart Saturday.
Can you believe a year and a half has passed since I made my way to start grad school? wow! For those of you following my blog, you'll know that my camera died at the end of the summer this last year. The lens somehow got off it's tracking and refused to work. So, after much debate and research on the internet, I purchased a new camera and will be back in the business of giving you a visual of my life. (though I still have to pick it up at the store, so you just get my words in today's post!)

Pray, pray, pray....and for those of you who post, please remember my location and keep your comments "sanitized." Thanks!

Return from Amsterdam

Though I had intended to blog more while I was in Amsterdam, not blogging meant more time with my team. We had a great time together learning, hanging out, praying for each other and just getting to know one another. I am very excited for the group of people that will be serving in our location and believe that God has brought a great mix of gifts and abilities to the team. I wish I had a picture of all of us but it was such a busy week, we didn't even stop to photograph us all!



It was great to be back with those serving in my same organization. Throughout this week I was able to learn from others with a wealth of experience and wisdom. We ended the conference with some great interactive intercession/prayer that is often a part of Y's ethos. (and fyi...in future posts I will be using Y to represent my organization as I'm needed to keep things a bit more secure online. Thanks for understanding!) So, we prayed over maps, kneeled before the cross, jumped into the "river," or lit a candle to represent in the physical things that we were engaging in in the spiritual. It was an evening full of blessing and worship.



I really enjoyed being able to experience Amsterdam beyond the Schiphol airport! I have flown through so many times but didn't realize what a great city lay beyond. I would recommend a visit to anyone who hasn't been able to come through yet. I was able to enjoy some great cafes, wonderful food, the Van Gogh museum, Anne Frank's house and walking along the canals. The photo above is of the pancakes for which the dutch are famous for...as they should be. They were fantastic and I will never think of pancakes the same way again. Yum.

Well, I'm back in Wheaton and am on the countdown until I head back overseas. I will be in the country for about 3 weeks more.

Amsterdam, Day 1

Well friends, I am here in Amsterdam enjoying the warmer-than-the-midwest-deep-freeze-but-still-quite-cool temperatures. It rained this afternoon as I was wandering around the city but it was blowing wind and I haven’t been able to shake the chill.

I’m staying at a Christian hostel one night and then at the Y base for the time of the training that I’m going through. It was so much fun to wander around the streets of a city I haven’t been to before (this is country #21 for me). I have flown through the Schipol airport countless times but this time I actually got out of the Transit Lounge and into the city. Don’t let this disconcert you but the area where I’m staying is right on the edge of the red light district. I kind of stumbled into one of the main streets of the area today while I was out and about with the women wearing very little clothing, posing like an advertisement in the front window of the shops with the triple x on it and the loud music blaring inside. The more I travel, the more I see the best and the worst that this world has to offer. What made me sad was my innate instinct to look away, not make eye contact…the whole escapade leaves you forgetting for a moment that the “object” in the window, is a human being. This is a place that needs Jesus, a connection in the deepest parts of the soul of the people…and because of him, there is hope even in a place like Amsterdam.


As I continued my wanderings I sat down to have a good ol’ European lunch of some cappuccino and a tomato, mozerella and pesto sandwich on a bagette. Yum!

I also figured I’d get out and see at least one of the endless museums that Amsterdam has to offer. I settled on the Anne Frank house mostly because it cost less than the Van Gogh museum (which I still may break down and get to that one too before I leave). The Anne Frank House was well worth the entrance fee. The museum is structured so you physically walk through the house where eight Jews were hiding from the Nazis. You get just a taste of what it was like as you enter the hidden passageway behind the bookshelf, climb the steep stairs and hear your footsteps creak underneath; all the while quotes from Anne’s diary are prominently displayed on the walls reminding you how quiet and unseen they needed to be. At the end in a display case is her original journal with pictures she pasted in, scribbles and pages filled with her powerful testimony to her life in hiding. You can’t leave the museum untouched and passive. This is a photo of the house from the front, although the family was hidden in an annex to this building on the 3rd and 4th floors in the back.


Well, jet lag has settled in and I’m starting to mumble as I chat with others staying at the hostel. I may need to crawl into bunk #6, put in my earplugs and enjoy a goodnight’s sleep in a room with 15 other girls. You gotta love the romanticism of “backpacking in Europe!”

A homeless wanderer once again

I finished the book Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert. And, as I usually shun pop culture out of a bit of a rebelliousness in my heart, I actually enjoyed this book along with the others who have raved about it. It is one woman's journey, physically, emotionally and spiritually after a brutal divorce. I don't see eye-to-eye with her on everything but it was enjoyable and encouraged me to continue to live my own life to the fullest and not according to how others perceive it should be lived.

Anyways...in the first section of the book she has a discussion with an Italian man about The Word that would sum her up. If she could be described in one word, what would it be. She comes to her own word at the end of the book (which you'll have to read yourself to discover) but I found this concept intriguing. If I could be summed up in one word, what would it be?

I may have to give it more depth of thought but what immediately came to my mind is the word SOJOURNER. I've always been drawn to this word because it's not someone who just travels but one who journeys with a purpose. I believe that my journey in life is one with purpose. Also, I believe that on this side of heaven, I will continue to sojourn. I have not found my true home yet. Therefore, I will be a sojourner even if I do have a permanent address.

But, I begin my physical journey once again. I drove up from West Chicago yesterday to my grandparents' house in northern Minnesota to again shove my small pile of earthly belongings in its place under the stairs in their basement and begin the transition process of heading back overseas. I admit, there is a part of me that increases as I get older that really longs to have a place of my own to call "home." It's been a small dream over the past few years to acquire a place (maybe a townhome or something so someone else can do my yardwork) that I could live in when I come back from overseas. I could rent it out to someone while I'm gone, but know I had a place to stay when I came back. But, that's part of the sojourning adventure. And so many have taken me in, given me a guest bedroom for a night, a week or more. I have friends all over the globe and a lot of physical places I could call "home." Even so, the uprooting and the transition does take its toll on me. Especially when I look around at my friends buying homes, having their second child, involved in their community and church. But, a friend of mine once said, "Know what you are called to so you know what to say no to." I know that I'm not called to unpack my suitcase just yet.

So, once again, my email address and my blog are about the only permanent address I actually have! Stay connected with me here because even though I'm in and out, I still love to hear from friends and be a part of your lives.

Happy 2009!

The New Year event is like a drug for sentimental people like me. It actually is a viable excuse to take a trip down memory lane, read through old journals and blogs, reflect, analyze, ponder the future. I love the new year just for that.

So, guess what I did...I read through my blog from this last year (haven't even touched my journal...it's a bit more of a tome) and was amazed at what this last year held. In juxtaposition to all the dim and dreary news (economic crisis, war in Iraq, violence in the Middle East, shady Illinois politics....)I found my life over the last year one to be happy about and not a year that I need to forget or drown myself in alcohol to make disappear.

I'm hoping that's a sign of a life well-lived.

So, here's what this last year held for me:

Travels:
as always, I'm amazed at the places I've been able to go and things I've been able to experience. This year found me on the beaches of Kona, Hawaii last January, hiking through the Red River Gorge in Kentucky over Spring Break, in Los Angeles for my friends' wedding in April, traveling through Afghanistan, Uzbekistan, Kyrgyzstan and Dubai, U.A.E. over the summer, in Montana tromping around Glacier National Park in August, visiting New York for the first time in November, and meandering between Minnesota and Chicago, IL in between all that! Whew! What an amazing journey it's been physically. I should wear an odometer to keep track of all the miles!

Education:: of course the highlight was my graduation from Wheaton College grad school with my Masters Degree. I never fully considered further education after my graduation from undergrad and yet here I am. I'm now even considering the possibility of doing PhD studies in the future!

But...I also got my certificate in TESOL this summer which I hope will be a useful tool and beneficial training for the years ahead.

And I got a little "hands-on" education learning how to really wear a burka on the dusty streets when it's 110+ degrees out. I learned how to be a better cook this year. I learned what an art recruiting is. I learned how to ask better questions.

Friends and Family: life would be so boring with out the people in our lives to experience it with. I'm so thankful for the dear friends I've made from the Y friends that seem to come in and out of my life all over the world, the friends I've made a Wheaton, the local friends I make whose names are so difficult to pronounce correctly, and my family who watches me flit in and out of their lives like the wind, embracing me while I'm home and praying for me while I'm gone. There are those people who send emails and notes on facebook and yet we have not seen each other in a long time...friendships that stand despite distance. And of course my faithful team of supporters whose financial sacrifice and bended knees I couldn't live without. Thanks to all of you who have loved, embraced, prayed for, and laughed with me over this last year.

2009
And as always the New Year has us hoping for better no matter how great the previous year has been. Some things that I hoping for this year is that I want to be more open to deep relationships in my life...truly connecting with people, not holding back or shutting people out. Same for my relationship with God...I want a greater revelation of him this year, to go deeper with Him, to devour his word and ache to hear his voice.

I want to love the stranger, help the poor and speak hope into the lives of as many as I possibly can.

And I want to see God be God this year. I want to stand in awe at what He does and who He is.

Bring on 2009!

I emailed this out to the group of people that receives my regular email updates. But thought I'd post it here too in case you read my blog, but don't get my updates. If you'd like to hear from me via email...just post me a comment with your email and I'll get back to you.

Finishing a chapter, beginning a new one

Well, it's been awhile since I've updated my blog but considering in the last two weeks I graduated, finished my final papers and exams, and spend Christmas with my family in Minnesota....well, consider yourself blessed by an actual update on my blog!


The above is a photo of the Billy Graham Center at Wheaton College. This is where I spent the majority of my time at Wheaton.



Well, I'm officially a Master in Intercultural Studies if you can believe it! The year and a half program has flown by and saying goodbye to this chapter of my life is bittersweet. I've made some amazing friends:


and have some fantastic memories and wonderful experiences and feel as though I'm walking away from here with a new understanding of cultures and worldview that will be a great benefit to me in the months and years ahead. However, I admit, I was getting a bit restless over the last few months. I get this rush of excitement as I search for ticket prices on flights. I went to the library to check out some "candy" reading (non-academic reading, now that I'm finished with my degree) and ended up checking out The Lost Continent by Bill Bryson and Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert...they are both travelogues. hmmm....I sense a theme.

I can barely keep track of my own schedule, but for those interested in tracking me down, I will be back to Chicago for a week to pack up my stuff, back in MN for a fundraiser at my home church on January 9 (please come if you're around! There will be yummy Afghan food!). Then I will be traveling to Amsterdam Jan 16-26 to take part in some training for the school we are going to run in A-land this upcoming year and to do some team building. Then I'll be back in the USA to finish up raising support, to represent my organization at Wheaton's Mission in Focus week, and to pack and head back to A-land mid-February. It's going to be a lot of travel and I'll be doing a bit of couch hopping before I head back "home" in central Asia.

So, stay in touch. I want to see you if you are in MN or Chicago (or happen to be passing through Amsterdam the same time as me!).

This picture is by far one of my favorites from my time at Wheaton. It was taken a whole year ago at the Christmas party for our department. As of Friday, all of us will be graduated and headed out around the country, and eventually the world to the things God is leading us into.

I graduate on Friday....really.
It's hard to believe that a year and a half has passed by, that I earned 40 credits for a Masters Degree, that I made some great new friends, that I laughed and cried, slept a lot and drank lots of coffee. I wonder how many hours I wracked up between the library and caribou coffee studying.

One thing I've been most blessed by is time to just cultivate new friendships. I love the friendships I have working overseas. It's almost as though when you meet people in settings like that that you avoid all the meaningless chitchat because you both know a bit of the depths of that person's heart being that you are meeting them in a context that they are living out their passion. It makes for some intense interactions and you go deep with people you may never have gotten a chance to know if it wasn't for that place and calling that you both share.

Wheaton has been a time to meet a variety of people...people I hadn't expected to enjoy their friendship so much; people who think like me and yet differently as the same time. I've been able to socialize and be silly and do things with people just for the fun of it. That has been a wonderful gift!

And these women above have taught me much...how to live life with abandon, how live life making calculated and deliberate decisions, how to follow your passion, how to persevere, how to be a friend, how to share my heart, how to let the tears flow, how to laugh more, how to "study" with out really studying, how to be a better cook, how to call up friends just to talk, how to create community while not living in community. There are more than just these faces that I am taking away with me and many others not included in this picture but I felt like the photo was representative of some great, great times here at Wheaton.