The Kirkwoods

Overcoming Fear with Love

2012-02-08T15:32:00.009+07:00

As I continue to press on in learning how to love the way that Christ loves me, I am being deeply challenged and stretched in areas that I didn't anticipate. Such as fear. What does love have to do with fear? God tells us in 1 John 4, that if we truly understand and believe the love which God has for us, then within us we have perfect love. And those who have perfect love need not fear, because we have confidence before God. "We have come to know and have believed the love which God has for us. God is love, and the one who abides in love abides in God and God abides in him. By this, love is perfected with us, so that we may have confidence in the day of judgement; because as He is, so also are we in this world." vs. 16-17.

When I have confidence before God (knowing that I am loved and accepted by Him) - I am free. I no longer have to impress anybody...because the only One worth impressing already loves me (even in spite of me!). I am free to live and love as God desires. I do not have to be paralyzed by fear. I do not need to be held back by doubt. I can be vulnerable and courageous because I am certain of what I already have - Him.

For me, my most-common daily fear(s) is rooted in pride. When I think about the things that I fear most commonly (not the obvious tiger-standing-in-front-of-me-with-its-teeth-gnashing-at-me fear, but rather the day-to-day fears), in almost every instance, it is embarrassment. I don't want to be embarrassed. Ugh...ridiculous, I know. Selfish? Absolutely. When I give into these fears of mine, I am choosing to think only of myself -how it will affect me. I am not caring enough about others to think about them - how I might be a blessing to another, or show love to them in some way. By choosing to allow my fear to lead, I choose to forgo any potential opportunity to actively love someone whom may have crossed my path. By allowing the fear of making a fool of myself while speaking my new second language to win, I lose out on the opportunity to learn more about my neighbor and how I might best serve and love them. Fear is paralyzing, but love is liberating. Instead of choosing to allow my fear to lead, I need to remind myself of God's love for me and His acceptance of me, and to seek His strength to proceed in love and faith through prayer. I need to see these situations as an opportunity to love another and allow that love to cast out any fear. "There is no fear in love; but perfect love casts out fear..." 1 John 4:18.

When I think about God's perfect love for me; how I am fully embraced as His dearly-loved child, then the varying opinion of others begins to sink lower and lower on my list of cares. Thoughts of myself seem to fade away, while the desire to love like Christ grows more and more in my heart. To choose love over fear is to choose to believe and delight in God's love over me and allow that to propel me to love others. I must remind myself that despite whatever might happen, God sees me just the same - as His daughter whom He deeply cares for. So, in that truth, I can boldly go out and fearlessly love -whether it is by using the language I am uncomfortable with, riding in a taxi with my ever-upset stomach issues, speaking in front of a group of people, or paying the pizza man (if you know me well, then you will probably laugh at this one). No matter what the outcome, I am accepted, my place is secure, and I have confidence to pursue love without giving way to fear.

This is not at all to say that I won't feel fearful...that I can't control. But instead, choosing to see past my fear. In the same way that if someone broke into my house and tried to attack one of my children, of course I would be fearful and scared, but that fear would be quickly pushed aside in light of doing what must be done...protect my children! It is choosing the better way despite the fear...in this case, it is choosing to love. I will choose to love others more than my desire to be liked, thought well of, or accepted by others. I will choose to love like Christ.

The meek man is not a human mouse afflicted with a sense of his own inferiority. He has accepted God's estimate of his own life: In himself, nothing; In God, everything. He knows well that the world will never see him as God sees him and he has stopped caring. -A.W. Tozer

"We love, because He first loved us." 1 John 4:19

A few of my favorite things...

2012-01-20T15:39:00.002+07:00

Can I fail at loving? Only if I fail to love.

2012-01-20T13:57:00.013+07:00

In my pursuit to love well this year, I'm finding such freedom and joy. It truly is better to give than to receive. Especially, when I think about my action as ultimately being done for the Lord and not for the person. Of course, as I easily predicted in my last post, I have already fallen flat on my face dozens of times (yep...and it's only been a few weeks into the new year), but there has been, by God's grace, times of great victory over selfishness, and in turn, the blessing of displaying Gospel-love to another grace-needy soul. To Him alone be the praise for this!

At times, the sacrifice of choosing to love hurts or grates against my own (selfish) wants/desires. Sometimes I just want to think about me. I want to do what I want to do, despite what is going on around me, despite whoever might want (or possibly need) my attention. Sometimes I want others to do for me - shouldn't they serve me too! (Ugh. Truly, I am a great sinner in need of grace, and I am thankful that I know my Savior who bestows upon me that much-needed grace.)

Even though I fail at times, the times when I do choose to turn against my selfish desires and pursue love, it never fails. It would only fail if I chose not to love. Whether or not the recipient appreciates (or even acknowledges) my effort, my Heavenly Father, the One whose good opinion really matters to me, sees and acknowledges my deed done in love...for Him personally. I have not once regretted acting in love - even when I've gotten taken advantage of (hugely) or ridiculed (even by those who ought to have spurred me on) - because I trust and rest in knowing that God sees it all, the hidden and the seen, those things done in secret and those that are obvious. I rest in knowing that "His reward is with Him to render to every man according to what He has done." Revelation 22:12. It is to Him alone that I am accountable. It is to Him alone that I rise or fall. It is for Him (and through Him) I do these acts of love - because He loves me.

God's love compels me to love more...to forsake my sin and selfishness more...to seek to follow Christ's example more. More like Jesus... this is my heart's desire. Not to earn His love, or to repay Him, but to respond to His love in like fashion...with a love that gives. Loving isn't easy, at sometimes it just plain hurts. But through it all, I know that I'm being molded and conformed into the likeness of Him whom my soul longs to be with. I'm being formed into that which the Potter desires me to be. And it is beautiful, though at times looks very messy. But in the end, the result will be perfect. And all the while, the work being done in me (and in turn, through me) may assist in effecting the eternity of another!

So, please, if and when you think of me, please pray that I would not fail to love (as I am a work-in-progress). But that I would love until it hurts...just like the One that I seek to display with my life did. "...that you love one another, just as I have loved you." John 15:12.

I Will Love - 2012

2011-12-31T14:44:00.009+07:00

Thanks to my gracious and generous husband, I was able to have a few hours of relaxing and resting with God this morning, while he took the girls out on a Daddy & Daughter Date.

I sat on my patio with the Bible laid open before me and a pen awaiting its use. It was my precious time with God. There we were, engaging in a life-enriching (and sometimes playful) conversation through the pages of His Word and my prayers. He is my Friend. He is my Savior. He is my God. As usual, this time of year I seek Him as to an area of my life that He feels needs to change or that I need to grow in. As will ever be the case, until I meet Him face-to-face, He kindly and clearly pointed to a specific area of my life - love. As I was praying, this is the word that kept coming to my mind. Passage after passage, verse after verse flooded my thoughts. Love God. Love my husband. Love my daughters. Love my extended family. Love my neighbors. Love my enemies. Love.

Paul exhorts those of us in Christ to "pursue love" in 1 Corinthians 14:1. So it is something that we can pursue. Jesus tells His followers that "all men will know that you are My disciples, if you have love for one another" in John 13:35. God's Word tells us believers to be like Christ in our love, "be imitators of God...and walk in love, just as Christ also loved you and gave Himself up for us." Ephesian 5:1. So, I can imitate His love (even when I don't feel like it).

So in 2012, I am seeking to love with a love that is bigger, stronger, and deeper than my own. A love that is based in truth and not merely emotion. This most certainly will be a battle at times (daily!), as undoubtedly there will be times that I don't feel like or want to love someone. There will be times when, sadly, I will want to be angry, or want to be left alone (moms, can you relate?), or want someone else to serve me - I'm a sinner in need of grace...daily! But praise be to God that He is greater than my heart and my flesh (Ps. 73:26)! Loving like this will indeed be a fight - but a worthy one. Only "because He first loved {me}" 1 John 4:19, can I love like this. It is by Him and through Him alone...it is the fruit of His Spirit, not my own. I anticipate falling flat on my face and failing many times (again...daily), but instead of giving up, I will choose to repent, seek forgiveness, ask God for His help to stand back up and try again...and He will provide the strength - because He is faithful.

May they be drawn to His love as I seek to love like Him...as His Word says, His "love never fails." (1 Cor. 13:8). What encouragement!!

Happy New Year!

Spreading More GOODNESS by Wearing a Pillowcase and Carrying A Stick!!

2011-12-28T19:35:00.008+07:00

For the past few weeks Catelyn has been memorizing her lines and preparing for her part in a Christmas play. She was to play a shepherd. Tonight was the play (yes, a few days after Christmas...why can't the celebration continue on past the 25th???). She did a fabulous job! We were so excited and proud of her.

On an educational and developmental standpoint, this was good for her to participate in something that requires teamwork and dependency upon one another. And she did work as a team and knew others depended on her to do her very best. Spiritually, this was so good to reinforce, and bring to life, the story we've been talking about for the past month. It was so fun to see her really embrace her role...she was in awe of the angel's news and in awe of the Baby that she went to see. Great job, Catelyn!

Afterwards, on our ride home, we shared with her who all was in attendance watching the play (there were many she didn't know), her eyes lit up and she was overjoyed to be a part of spreading GOODNESS through her acting - the telling of the true and beautiful story for all people. We are overjoyed too.

Finding Joy in the Ordinary

2011-12-24T13:47:00.004+07:00

As our family was driving home today, I was looking around. I began to see deeper than the surface. I watched faces of strangers walking alongside the road carrying their loads. Some talking with others, some sitting silently alone. Some faces wrinkled in laughter, while some in pain. Stores were filled with people as usual. Motorcycles and cars heading to their destinations. It was a typical day in our town. Nothing exciting, nothing out of the ordinary.

But that is the very thing that caught my mind's attention.

Today is a normal day. There is nothing special about today. It doesn't look like Christmas Eve - although it is. That caused me think about the day before Jesus was born so long ago. It was most likely a typical day, just like today. It didn't feel like the world was about to receive the best and most life-changing gift ever. Probably no one in Bethlehem took much notice of the man and woman entering that town; nor did they realize that the precious child within that young girl would "cause the rise and fall of many" and that through Him the "thoughts from many hearts may be revealed." There it was, a day like any other - except it wasn't.

I began to look more intently at these faces that flashed past my car window. I imagine what I was seeing at that moment might be like those in the town of Bethlehem on that "ordinary" day long ago. People going about their day not realizing, "upon them a Light dawned." Oh, if only they had eyes to see what was happening! What joy! What awe! What tears would flow!

So, as weird as it sounds, this moment driving in the car, excited my heart and brought more of the "Christmas spirit" into my soul than any street lined with snow and lights and carols and beautifully-wrapped gifts every could. It made me realize what a gift I have in knowing and embracing what an UN-ordinary day it is today; and that I can joyously and fearlessly look forward to the next "ordinary" day that will amaze us all!

It is most definitely GOOD news of GREAT joy! Merriest Christmas to you all!

Mmmm...Now that is Good!

2011-12-20T19:34:00.008+07:00

We are thoroughly enjoying our purposeful and intentional Christmas season. God is so amazing, and we're so thankful for the gift of His Son.

Catelyn and I are hosting a Mom & Daughter Christmas Party/Cookie Exchange tomorrow night. We are really excited to be doing this together. We are having fun planning it, baking for it, and being able to practice hospitality together. I love the sweet and thoughtful ideas my sweet girl comes up with. I'm finding this to be such a beautiful Titus 2 time with her.

In keeping with the purposeful and intentional celebration of this season, we have a 3-fold purpose to our evening tomorrow. First, to spend time discipling/mentoring our daughters as we bake and talk about what we are doing and why. Second, to spend time in fellowship and worship with other ladies and girls who love our Savior. And third, to love our neighbors as we love ourselves. We are all baking more than enough cookies for not only us to enjoy together, but enough to bring some home to our families, as well as, bringing some baked goodness to our neighbors as well!

I'm so thankful and blessed to be serving and worshiping alongside my daughter (and fellow sister in Christ)!

One of our batches are some yummy pre-packaged deliciousness from the States! Woohoo! It's pretty funny that when all we do is bake from scratch here, to have pre-packaged food is gourmet to us!

Learning how to measure correctly.

Time to mix it all together - and sneak a few tastes when Mom's not looking!

"O taste and see that the Lord is good." Psalm 34:8. May we all pass on a little goodness to our neighbors this season.

A New Christmas Season

2011-12-02T13:48:00.010+07:00

Christmas season in Aceh is different...in, dare I say...a good way.

Of course the obvious comes to mind: we are not surrounded by the commercialism that so annoys and haunts Christians (although they often succumb to the temptation). The lack of commercialism is a no-brainer; you don't have to live outside the States to assume such a thing. However, we live in a region where there is no sign of the Christmas season, except for the handful of believers whose homes are decorated, but you wouldn't know it unless you entered them. There is no Christmas music playing on the radio; no decorations for sale; certainly no cooler weather to invite Jack Frost to come visit! When we step outside our door, it is just a regular day as if it were August 12th. That's our new city during the Christmas season.

However, I'm finding in my heart that this is a very good thing. Because, throughout this past year I experienced many of the holidays of my new Acehnese friends; I had question after question regarding their traditions and why they would do this or that. Many times their actions seemed silly to me because they didn't have an answer. Well, a few days ago, as my family and I were decorating our home for Christmas (which consists of a tree and a few small other items), I began to imagine a future conversation that I might have with one of my new friends: Why a tree? Why ornaments? Why THOSE ornaments? Why lights? Why cookies? Why Christmas parties? Why? Why? Why? All very good questions that are worthy of good answers. This made me think...hard.

First, my mind quickly raced to wondering if I even have answers to these questions. And if not, what does that mean? And if so, what are they? Are they answers that align with my ultimate and sole purpose of this holiday - the worship and exaltation of Christ? If not, then what?

Second, my thoughts went to being encouraged and giggled with creativity - that here in a region where Christ isn't worshiped, where this holiday isn't celebrated - that this is a blank canvas yet to be painted upon! This is an opportunity for GREAT worship! This is where the Light shines most clearly and brightly - it is absolutely unmistakable. Simply light a candle or light bulb in a dark room and discover what happens. This is a blessing in disguise...and I'm glad it has been revealed to me!

Third, after my mind wrestled through the first two series of things, it settled on a resolution. Our Christmas celebrations will be intentional, purposeful, and meaningful. Constantly asking myself, "Why am I doing this right now?" If the answer is not Christ-exalting, then something must change. And to actively and intentionally seek new ways to display our worship of Him. Simple as that...adoration of the King.

Then, a still small Voice as though whispering in my ear, "What if you asked yourself that question every day for the rest of your time on earth?"

Oh, what a Wonderful Counselor, indeed!

Vacation

2011-11-24T14:16:00.005+07:00

Ingredients that make up a wonderful vacation:

A place to sit and relax...

with easy access to have fun...

with a group of people I adore to spend time with!

We had an amazingly restful and fun time away last week. Some of our week's accomplishments were:

We ate delicious food that we've missed such as bacon, nachos, good burgers, and GOOD cheese!
Catelyn learned to swim - WOOHOO! By the end of the week she was swimming all the way across the pool! Way to go, Catelyn!
Ella drank her body weight in freshly-squeezed juices (with a side of french fries!)
Megan enjoyed being pampered in the spa (and Catelyn joined in as well!)
Corey rode wave-runners (sometimes bringing the girls along for the ride)
Enjoyed plenty of time in God's Word overlooking His breath-taking creation!

We are thankful to God for this blessing!

Happy Thanksgiving!

2011-11-24T13:42:00.003+07:00

I find it deeply encourages my faith and my joy when I physically list out things that I'm thankful for. And as I do so, I realize a couple of things: (1) that these things didn't just "happen" to me, nor did I cause them, but they were given to me. And (2), there most certainly was a Giver behind each one! So, it is not enough to be thankful, it is only right to thank the One who gave the gifts! So, today our family is giving thanks to the Giver behind all gifts - our gracious and generous God.

Here are some of the things I'm thankful this year:

Jesus (for apart from Him nothing else would taste as sweet)
My husband (the one my heart loves)
Catelyn Joy (the one who makes my heart smile)
Ella Faith (the one who warms my heart with her hugs)
My family back home (whom I love and miss terribly)
God's grace in the midst of continual illnesses
Finishing of language school (we can now speak two language - albeit, now, neither fluently! LOL!)
Our temporary stay in Papua (where Corey gained more experience/training and we made new friends and enjoyed more time with old ones!)
Our new home in Aceh (God's positioning of His people is impeccable)
Our team in Aceh (a group of people who one can depend on and enjoy living life with)
Our work in Aceh (difficult at times, but so worth it in the end!)
Our supporters back home (a group of people who amaze us by their commitment and faithfulness toward us!)
God's Word (by which my hungry and thirsty soul is satisfied as I encounter the Word)
All the tiny, intimate ways that God reveals Himself to us each day - as if to say, "I AM here."

May you find joy bubbling up inside and overflowing into praise as you reflect on all that the Lord has given you. I'd love to hear your of your list!!!

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

Remembering

2011-11-07T20:41:00.006+07:00

One year ago today, our teammate and friend, Ben Uskert, tragically drowned while attempting to save the life of a young person here in Banda Aceh. His story and sacrifice has made a lasting impact and impression on this community. He brought such a Light to this place. He is dearly missed.

Today, many of us gathered together to remember him and celebrate the life that He was given here on earth, and to pray for his wife and son, Katie and Jeremiah. The Lord has shown such great peace and comfort to them that goes beyond understanding - it is the grace of God.

Ben's gravestone

A close-up of it.

Planting a yellow Plumeria tree (Ben's favorite) in honor of him.

Afterwards.

Such a fragrant flower - much like the life Ben lived.

"Greater love has no one than this, that one lay down his life for his friends." John 15:13.

Another Celebration

2011-11-06T14:32:00.004+07:00

Today was another Islamic holiday celebrated by the Acehnese (as well as, by Muslims around the world), Eid al-Adha (Feast of the Sacrifice). For more info on the meaning of this holiday, feel free to Google it.

In celebration of the holiday, our workers invited us to their homes again. We enjoyed conversation, laughs, food, and sweet syrup drinks. I became the resident photographer at one of the homes - I became quite popular when my camera emerged from my bag. EVERYONE wanted their pictures taken. And not just candid shots - they wanted portrait-type sittings! Crazy. There is no quicker way to make LOTS of friends than pulling out a camera! The following are some pictures from today.

NOTE: Make no mistake, they are OVERLY ecstatic to be having their pictures taken despite their traditional stoic faces.

(Ella meeting our helper's newest niece - she's only 1 month old.)

(One of four of our helper's sisters with her children.)

(A group of neighborhood kids coming to see the orang bule = white people!)

(Hesitant to come in.)

(But slowly...)

(The temptation of the camera overcame them!)

(One of our helper's nieces - she is beautiful.)

(Yep...more pics of them. They seem bored and unimpressed in the photo, but right before and after the picture is taken they are running around with excitement!)

This was another opportunity to deepen our relationships with these families. And another opportunity to learn more about the culture here. Today we learned a little more about how the Acehnese care for their babies, struggles they have in raising their children, and how roles are played out within the marriage. We are ever the students in this place...and ever seeking to build a solid foundation of Hope for these precious people. In due time.

Praising Through Creation, Song, and His Word

2011-11-04T08:37:00.004+07:00

My morning is going so well already and I've only been awake for 15 minutes. My sweet little Ella quietly tip-toed into my bedroom and climbed into bed and snuggled me without a sound. As I continued to awaken from my night's rest I was greeting by the sweet sound of birds chirping - singing sweet melodies to God. My mind was brought to passages throughout Scripture of how even the rocks would cry out in praise to God, the moon and stars praise Him, and more. Then I began to sing "Let everything that has breath praise the Lord."

"Praise you in the morning. Praise you in the evening. Praise you when I'm young and when I'm old."

My older daughter now entering my room and climbing into bed with us...she always greets the new day with a smile. She asks about the song I'm singing. I tell her that I was listening to the birds and am reminded of that song. So, she catches on quickly and joins in. "Let everything that, let everything that, let everything that has breath praise the Lord!"

She asked if I made the song up myself. I tell her no. But even the song is from a Psalm in the Bible. So, I reach over and grab my Bible and turn to Psalm 150 and read verse 6 to her. She smiles and declares, "I have breath!" Then I read the entire chapter to her. She is all excited and sings a little louder. I join in again...and Ella has caught on to the words now too - her sweet little voice singing along with joy in her eyes.

As we finish the song. I suggest we read another Psalm on praising God - the chapter before it, 149. So, I read through it, but as I read through the middle section both of us are shocked! Shocked in a delightful way; in a that-is-so-cool kind of way; an aligning-our-hearts-with-God-in-His-Word sort of way. I will simply place the Scriptures here for you to read (vss. 5 & 6):

"Let the godly ones exult in glory; Let them sing for joy on their beds. Let the high praises of God be in their mouth; And a two-edged sword in their hand" (emphasis added)

Amazing! I explain to her about the sword being the Word of God (Eph. 6:17, Heb. 4:12). My eyes are filled with joyful tears, and Catelyn's with amazement. Beautiful start to a glorious day that the Lord has made.

Let everything that has breath praise the Lord!

The Month of October - Part 4: An Exciting Opportunity

2011-11-02T07:57:00.005+07:00

(This is only 1/3 of the students.)

Our team has been asked to assist a local high-school aviation program in providing hands-on, practical training to their students. Stan, Amber and Corey will be teaching 90 students! We are very excited about this! This week is the orientation week. The actual classes will begin in January. Please pray for wisdom, creativity, and for opportunities as we pour into the future of these young people.

Choosing Importance

2011-11-01T14:52:00.005+07:00

I'm challenged today as I read through Philippians 2:3-7.

"Do nothing from selfishness or empty conceit, but with humility of mind regard one another as more important than yourselves; do not merely look out for your own personal interests, but also for the interests of others. Have this attitude in yourselves which was also in Christ Jesus, who, although He existed in the form of God, did not regard equality with God a thing to be grasped, but emptied Himself, taking the form of a bond-servant, and being made in the likeness of men."

A very popular and well-visited passage. However, today, the Lord had me look at it with fresh eyes - through the lens of parenting. I was confronted with the question: As a mother, am I fleshing this out for my children? I know as a mom, I am continually serving my children: I cook for them, clean up their messes, nurse their "owies," and so much more. So, I get the "bond-servant" and "looking out for the interests of others." But, what struck me, is the "regard one another as more important than yourselves."

As a mom, I am in authority over my girls. So its easy for my mind to conclude that my "to-do" list must be more important than their requests to play. I mean, I have adult things to do, which are clearly more important than kid things, right? So, when I have a task that I want to get done, it simply needs to get done...it's obviously important. Even if my girls are asking and asking for me to get down and play dolls with them, or take them to get ice-cream, or read a book to them...I have more important Grown-Up tasks to do, right? Those things that they are wanting are just "playing", right? Wrong. That is what the Spirit was pressing upon my heart today as I sat before His Word. Yes, there are times when there are tasks that need to be completed, but really...how pressing are they at that moment? Sometimes, that may be the case, that it needs to be taken care of right then, but many times that is not so. Can it be done at another time in the day when the kids are busy doing other things, or in bed? By constantly choosing my "to-do" list over my children's precious and beautiful desire to spend time with their mommy, it communicates to them that they are less important than the list of things on a piece of paper. That is simply not true and that is NOT what I want to communicate to my dear ones.

So, I am choosing to regard them as more important than myself; more important than my "to-do" list - they are my "to-do" list. Their beautiful names (along with my husband's) are permanently at the top of my list. Their innocent curiosity for the world around them, their desire to learn how to jump rope, their smiles that arise from a tickle-fight are important to me - and I will choose to make that evident to them. God created them to be curious and to seek the face and attention of their parents (just as we were created for the same in regards to Him!). So, I will honor them (and in doing so, honor God) by regarding their interests as important to me each day. And may the result be that they see Christ's glory and love as I seek to reflect Him to them.

Oh, Lord, please bless my efforts to make much of You in my parenting. May you increase and I decrease.

The Month of October - Part 3: Flash Back

2011-10-31T12:42:00.005+07:00

Ok, since Corey insisted that we still go to the 80's Reunion Party (even though he had been in an accident only a few short hours before), we got ready to have a "TOTALLY" fun night with friends! It was a murder mystery night...Corey and I played the Prom King and Queen! Very funny. We had to be "in character." I am terribly insecure when it comes to acting, so I was nervous. However, as the night went on...it was SO much fun and it became easier and easier to play my role. I even won the "Drama Queen" award (best acting) - that is so the Lord to make ME win something that I'm so incredibly shy in! It was such a great night...and my husband made the perfect Prom King. ;)

(Ella trying on the prom dress and tiara.)

(Corey - the Prom King!)

(Getting ready to head out the door to our 1985 Class Reunion! I had some BIG hair!)

(The whole group!)

It was such a blast! Check out Amber (lower left)...she made an awesome 80's punk!

The Month of October - Part 2: The Accident

2011-10-28T15:25:00.007+07:00

A couple days later, Corey and I had plans for a fun evening out: an 80's-themed Mystery Dinner with several of our friends - FUN!

Mid-afternoon, Catelyn informs me that someone called - I notice that I've missed 5 calls from Corey. I call him back. His voice is calm and nothing out of the ordinary. He tells me that he's on his way home EARLY to get ready for the party, then he added "there is something else..." He informs me that Stan (our boss) is bringing him home. That's weird...our home is way out of the way for him. And here it is: "I got in an accident." My heart sinks. Before I could get through my list of Are you ok? and What happened? questions, he interrupts and says he's home and needs people to help unloading his motorcycle out of Stan's truck. Gulp. So, I rush out the door, hurriedly trying to explain to our helper in my limited language that Corey got in an accident, I don't know what happened, but that he's home and needs help.

Just then, Stan's truck pulls up and I see the bike first...it's damaged on one side. Then Corey slowly hobbles out of the truck. He's limping, his hand is swollen, he's got road-rash all down his arm. He looks weak. But he assures me that he thinks he's OK.

We get him inside and take off his shoe and his foot is swollen up with a wound on the top-side. I check his eyes to check for head trauma. He says he simply wants to sit down and rest. So, onto the couch he goes, with his foot elevated.

He then begins to explain what happened: He hit a dump truck. The truck was on the side of the road (seemingly stopped), so Corey proceeded to pass it. Then the truck suddenly turned onto the road and Corey hit it. He was thrown from the motorcycle. He was lying on the road. The truck driver looked out the window at him, and then drove off. Many Acehnese men ran to help Corey and lift him out of the road. Corey couldn't get up by himself. He tried calling me...to no avail. Then he remembered that Stan was only a few hundred feet ahead of him, so he called him. Praise God that he walked away from this!

I told Corey that I would call our friend's to let them know that we would not be making it to the party that night. However, he insisted that we still go (yes, even after colliding with a dump truck a couple hours earlier!)! So, after he rested a bit, we got dressed and ready to go (More on that later...).

The next morning, we took him to to get x-rays taken on his hand and foot...all is clear. He just needs to ice it and stay off of it. Corey was scheduled to work the entire second week of our moms' visit, but due to the accident and the injuries, he stayed home that week - laying on the couch immobile is not the most fun vacation plans. Our boss was funny when he said, "You know, Megan, if Corey wanted to take some time off, there were certainly easier ways to go about it!" Our other teammate suggested, "He could have simply drank the water here - less dangerous, but just as effective!"

Later that day, our helper, Pak Andrean, asks if he can make a traditional Acehnese medicinal concoction to help bring the swelling down in Corey's foot. Corey's up for anything, so he tried it:

(And this is pretty much the position Corey took for the rest of the week.)

Corey is still recovering. He is back to work. His foot is still a little bit swollen, but SO much better. His hand, however, is still very painful and swollen, so he is trying to use it as little as possible. We are thankful that God in His mercy and grace spared him from any severe injuries.

The Month of October - Part 1

2011-10-28T14:53:00.007+07:00

We are so thankful that both of our moms were able to come visit us here in Indonesia and experience a little bit of our life out here. They did get to experience our normal (yet, not-so-normal) life. The next few posts will highlight briefly some of the things that occurred during the past month. It was an eventful month.

So, first off...the beach. Within the first couple of days of our moms' arrival we took them to dinner on the beach. We enjoyed a long walk along the seashore, we had fun playing in the sand, and we watched the evening sun disappear behind the warm, tropical Indian Ocean. A good start to the 17-day visit with our moms.

(Sorry, there are no pictures with Corey in them because he was behind the camera this time.)

Happily Busy

2011-10-27T18:21:00.005+07:00

We've been a bit busy the past few weeks...we've been busy having fun with our moms here! That's the reason for the lack of posts...more to come soon.

Singled Out, But Not Alone

2011-10-04T16:05:00.016+07:00

I'm reading through Genesis right now. I'm on chapter six. Now, I've read this book many times, but don't you just love how new things pop out each time you read His Word?! Oh the depths of the riches of His words! There is so much for me to learn (and apply!) from this particular passage of history. So, here is one thing the Lord is stirring in my mind, heart and soul through my reading today.

My own heart hurts from reading that God's heart was grieved because of the wickedness of man upon the earth. That our Creator, our God, felt sorry that He had even made man. Oh, the immense weight of that! That's enough to cause one to pause and reflect on the gravity of such a statement.

But, despite my heart hurting, I'm also encouraged and inspired by this chapter. By Noah specifically. I'm encouraged and have been given hope that I too can rise up and not "conform to the pattern of this world" (Romans 12:2), that I don't have to be like the crowd. That I can be different...because I am different. I am a child of God who has been set apart. A few other names used throughout Scripture for those of us in Christ are holy ones, saints, aliens - we are different - we don't need to try to be - we are. But that's a whole different subject altogether. So, back to my original thought...

God describes the state of the earth in Noah's day: "Then the LORD saw that the wickedness of man was great on the earth, and that every intent of the thoughts of his [man] heart was only evil continually. The Lord was sorry that He had made man on the earth, and He was grieved in His heart." Genesis 6:5-6, and He continues in verse 11, "Now the earth of corrupt in the sight of God, and the earth was filled with violence." I'm thinking our world today isn't too much different. Simply turn on the news or walk outside and there is evidence of it all around us. And that's sad, so very sad, considering how that affects God's heart...the Creator of our hearts and lives.

But the good and encouraging news that I find in this passage: "But Noah found favor in the eyes of the LORD. Noah was a righteous man, blameless in his time; Noah walked with God." vs. 8-9. Can you imagine the integrity of Noah? In a world that was corrupt, when the intent of everyone's heart was evil all the time, and violence was the way of life, Noah was found to be blameless and righteous! I'm guessing that Noah wasn't the most popular guy. Probably felt alone, even among his friends and family; but still he chose to hold tight to His convictions in God. He continually went against the crowd, he wasn't the "life of the party." He probably made those around him feel uncomfortable because he wasn't going along with them. He chose to walk with God when all others chose to walk in their own way. He was different - because he walked with God.

Noah may not have been the most popular guy in town, but when all was said and done...he was the one still standing in the end; admiring the breath-taking scene of the first-ever rainbow, and relishing in the promise that it held from the One that he chose to obey and trust (even at the expense of not fitting in with the crowd).

In this world there are voices all around me telling me to follow their lead and go their way; saying that the way I desire to go is "old-fashioned," "not necessary," "more work," or just plain foolishness. This leaves me with two choices: to conform and compromise (usually begins with the little things) or to stand firm. In the midst of this continual opposition, will I choose to "stand firm" (Ephesians 6:14) and choose to "prove [myself] to be blameless and innocent, [a child] of God above reproach in the midst of a crooked and perverse generation, among whom [I] appear as [a light] in the world, holding fast to the word of life..." (Philippians 2:15)? I love the NIV's translation "and you will shine among them like stars in the sky." That is my desire. Not for my glory, but for God's. And by the power of the Holy Spirit that lives within me, I can. Just as Noah did.

I'm thankful for those faithful ones whom have gone before me and have paved the way, like Noah - offering examples of faithful lives lived for God. As these individuals pass by me (whether through the pages of Scripture or in my daily life), there is a sweet fragrance that lingers about them, and you can almost hear the soft invitation that their lives offer: "Follow my example, as I follow the example of Christ." 1 Corinthians 11:1. And so I will choose to stand up and follow in their footsteps.

Blind-sided by His Grace

2011-10-04T13:44:00.008+07:00

Today I am reminded of the grace of God. The forgiveness that He offers is absolute. That through Christ, though my sins are as scarlet, they shall be white as snow. I need only ask and it is mine. He gives liberally and without reservation when requested by a repentant heart.

Today, on the floor with our faces to the ground, my daughter and I laid our selfish hearts at the Throne of Grace. What I thought was a moment to teach my daughter how to humbly come before a gracious God, turned out to be a moment that God had other plans for me.

As of late, selfishness and ingratitude have been running rampant in our home. This weekend, Corey and I decided we really need to address this full-force. So, this week's devotions and teaching have and will be focused on thankfulness and selflessness. We have been teaching the girls of the selflessness of Christ and how we are model ourselves after Him. That His Spirit enables us to walk in love and to bear the fruit of the Spirit in our lives.

This afternoon, Catelyn behaved selfishly and aggressively toward her sister. As I turned a corner, I witnessed the act. Because of the intensity of it, she received discipline immediately for it. We talked about it, discussed what the Scriptures say about it, and sought forgiveness from God through prayer (and then from Ella). Everything was fine and back to normal...so I thought.

It was already time for Ella's nap, so as usual, I took Ella into her room to lay her down. As I am doing so, I hear the faint sound of sobbing in the distance. I continue to tuck Ella into bed and quietly leave the room. The sobbing is now louder. My sweet, dear Catelyn is the one sobbing! My heart aches. She is flat on the couch with her face in a pillow crying. I hurry over to her and gently ask her, "What's the matter, Sweetheart?" To that she replied through her tears, "I'm so sorry, Mommy!" Her eyes blood-shot and full of tears. She really meant it. I asked her if she truly believes that she is forgiven by God for what she did. She nodded. So, I asked why she is still so sad, and she said because of how ugly her heart has been for so many days. Oh Catelyn, how I love your precious heart for purity! I explained to her again, that when God forgives us, it is done...no more...we need not be upset about it. We need only turn around and walk back to Him and keep walking...His face is smiling and His arms are open wide! She nodded again, but still crying. So, I decided to show her what I do when my heart is overwhelmed with sorrow over my sin.

I asked her to follow me. I proceeded to get on my knees in the middle of the room and put my face in my hands while face-down on the ground. She copies. Then I begin praying (she repeats): "Lord, forgive me for the ugliness of my heart lately." (she repeats) "I know that I've been selfish." (I begin sobbing). "I don't want to be like this." (my hands are full of tears now) "Forgive me, I pray, for I know that when You do, I will be completely clean because of Jesus. Thank you. I love you. Amen." I lifted my head and my eyes met hers and we both smiled through our tears.

What began as a lesson on the faithfulness of God's forgiveness for my daughter, turned into an opportunity to repent of the sin that was residing in my own heart that had been ignored. God knew. And He was eager to grant forgiveness...even when I wasn't the one initially looking for it. His forgiveness found me and met me where I was at. That's how faithful my God is...and that's how much He loves me! "...the kindness of God leads you to repentance.." Romans 2:4

Thank you God for lavishing grace upon grace! You pursue me with a relentless and merciful love! You are so much more than I know...and it makes me want to know you more!

A Sweet Reminder

2011-09-28T13:19:00.017+07:00

This is a good day to try to explain my excitement over rain. (Only one of the many silly things that I often get teased about.) ;)

As I sit here I am listening to the melodious sound of the rain dancing on my rooftop above. It's a rainy day today. I like rain...I really like rain. It puts joy in my heart and a bounce in my step. While many become sad or frown in the morning when they see that it is raining, I smile and get excited and can't wait to start the day! I know that may sound silly or strange...or insane (as I've been described because of my love for rain) to you, but it is the delightful truth for this girl. Most people don't like the rain. I can understand the reasons for not liking rain: its wet, it makes mud, it messes up your hair (perhaps that's why I'm a pony-tail kinda girl), it makes the sky dark because of the clouds, it may interrupt or hinder plans. I get that. But, in my eyes, and in my heart, those things pale in comparison to what the rain brings to my mind.

Yes, the clouds above are darkening the otherwise pristine blue sky. The water droplets that are relentlessly falling are splashing up mud on my formerly-clean pant legs and soaking my once-dry shoes. But that doesn't bother me. Because those clouds above remind me of something more: beautiful passages of Scripture; the deep well of words that fill my soul with joy and longing for greater things - for things that only One can satisfy! You remember, back in Exodus when the Israelites were being led by God through the wilderness in the form of fire by night, and a cloud by day. Or when Moses went up the mountain to meet with God; what was it that surrounded him...a cloud! What received Jesus as He departed from this earth...a cloud! In what way shall He return...on a cloud! Oh, so I look to the clouds!! Whenever I see clouds, I am reminded of the Presence of God. I am reminded that He is with me; that He is near. That He is coming again! So, on cloudy days, in my heart I am drawn closer to Him because I'm more intimately thinking of His nearness to me. What can the darkened sky do when I've got the Light piercing the eyes of my heart?

Another reason I like rainy days, is the rain itself; the water that flows down from heaven (I can't help but be reminded that every good and perfect gift comes from above here!). Ahhhh....the lavish pouring of cleansing water that covers over the dirt and filth that has accumulated on the earth since the last rain. While it is raining things get soggy and gross...yes, I agree. But oh, the beauty that bursts forth once the rains have receded and the sun shines forth again...glistening droplets of water on the flower petals; the earth is cleansed, and a fresh start has been granted by the Son (I mean, sun). The rain itself reminds me of how often times God uses rough or difficult times to purify me and cleanse the sin and ugliness from my heart. That many times I have to go through "ugly" times in order for beautiful times of growth to occur and be displayed. But then, after the stormy weather, the Light breaks forth through the clouds and Hope is on the horizon...a new day, a new start...and it is better than the previous.

So, bring on the rain...and bring on the waterfall of sweet truths that accompany it!

I Love Walking Into This...

2011-09-20T13:38:00.003+07:00

I just finished doing my usual mid-day sweep of the house looking for toys to put away before Ella's nap. As I poked my head into the girl's unusually quiet bedroom, and found this...

LOVE IT! I just had to quickly and quietly sneak off to grab the camera to capture this sweet moment.

Of course, as home-schooling mom, I'm excited to see Catelyn practicing her reading, but not only that, but that she's blessing her sister with her new skill and attention. AND, I like the stack of books that she selected: one about the fruit of the Spirit, another about being fearfully and wonderfully made, and the other about creation. Discipling your sister...way to go, Catelyn! ;) This is one happy mommy right now. ;)

When a Toy is Not Put Away

2011-09-18T10:28:00.005+07:00

As a mom, I have many jobs that I perform throughout the course of a day. I’m a nurse, counselor, guide, cook, referee, accountant, fashion coordinator, nutritionist, house-keeper, secretary, and so much more! It’s a tiring, yet fulfilling job – and I’m thankful.

I think an obvious task of a mom is to clean up the continual messes around the house. This is especially true for mothers of young children. Simply walk into a home where preschoolers live and you are sure to find obstacle courses made from couch cushions, dining room chairs, end tables, and any other piece of furniture that can be converted into a Mt. Everest that must be climbed and conquered! There is never a dull moment. There is never a day that goes by where furniture must not be put back in its place, or an all-out investigation need not be conducted to find the random block that has gone missing from its set, or sofas that are not needing to be disassembled to search for the tiniest little LEGO piece that is nowhere to be found, or a whole-team effort is not needed to perform a search-and-rescue mission to find the beloved stuffed animal that our precious, now devastated, child has somehow misplaced. I believe this role is part of the unwritten job description for a mom – the Search-and-Rescuer. Sometimes, this part of the job is easy and I go about it without a thought. But sometimes, over the course of the week (or simply a day) this job can wear on the patience of even the most well-intentioned and patient mom.

Today was like any other day, there were toys to be picked up and placed back where they belong. But, this evening, after putting my two adorable girls to bed, I made my way to my room to settle in for the night. I set my cup of cold water on the bedside table and glanced over at my bed. There was one more toy that had yet to be put away. Instead of a feeling of frustration, a smile arose. My youngest daughter (who had been playing dress-up all day and leaving clothes and accessories all over the house) had left an item in my room. It was strategically placed.

Though her little hands put it there, there is no doubt it was orchestrated by my God; or, in this case, by my Father, the King. Beautifully positioned, as though intentionally laid, was a tiara atop my Bible. My heart sighed. My Father was speaking to my heart, affirming everything that He has been teaching me over the past couple of years, and what He re-iterated at this past weekend’s retreat: Of all the roles that you fill, Megan, there is one that you must remember; there is one that will never change; there is one that is most important and satisfying – being My daughter. You are the daughter of the King. Although those other roles are important and necessary, this one, this uniquely chosen role, is the one I’ve given you for all of eternity. This is how I see you each and every day. Remember this, Megan, and confidently live in light of this unchanging truth.

Thank you, Ella, for leaving your toys out today. I have been blessed by the beautiful mess that you made.

Cookies, Syrup Drinks, and Conversation

2011-09-01T18:06:00.001+07:00

Yesterday, our family was invited to share in the celebration of Idul Fitri (the holiday celebrating the completion of the fasting month for our Muslim friends). So, in the morning, we began our day of visiting friends.

With home-made cookies in hand and curiosity in our minds (as this is our first real experience of Idul Fitri), we entered the humble home of our house-helper and her family. Her contagious smile greeted us at her half-collapsed gate. She eagerly lead us to her living room/kitchen/son's bedroom. We removed our shoes before climbing up into the room. Laid out before us was the meal and snacks that she had been preparing for the past week in preparation for her guest's arrival on this special day. She and her family were proudly dressed in their new clothes (as is the custom here). We were invited to sit as a glass 0f super-sweet syrup juice was served to us. The kids were overjoyed at the display of cookies and sugary juices laid before them...I'm not sure they ate anything healthy the entire day - that didn't seem to bother them in the slightest!

Our generous helper was very excited and proud to offer us the traditional Achnese food she had carefully and thoughtfully prepared. She assured us that it was not spicy (aka: not spicy according to Acehnese standards - but enough to start a fire in our untrained western mouths!). We sat and talked and got to know their family better than we had before. They laughed at Ella's relentless curiosity as she wandered into their only other room - their bedroom, to climb up on their bed and play. Our helper's extended family coming in and out greeting us and sitting next to us trying to make us feel welcomed and accepted. Corey and I still trying to maneuver around the conversations in a language that we are still students of. Understanding much of it, yet still some parts we just have to awkwardly move on from. But, a loving and gracious smile and heart transcends language. It was a good experience and wonderful opportunity to deepen our relationship with her and her family.

After an hour, it was on to our other helper's house (the brother of the family's house that we just left). His wife has been asking and asking for me, Megan, to come visit her house, yet the timing had yet to make that possible. So, when we arrived yesterday for Idul Fitri, she was estatic! Although there were a couple of other families there visiting as well, we were treated as the honored guests. The focus was on us and we had many engaging conversations with new people, as well as, with our precious hosts. Our kids laughed and played together (as they often do at our home) and got enough sugar inside of them to last the rest of the year! Our helper and his wife showed us their very small and even more humble home than the previous one we just saw. We were humbled by their living situation; there seemed to be more flies than people in their home, but they didn't seem to mind, and by the end of our stay, we didn't either. They are poor, but rich in hospitality. We were invited to their wedding by way of their photo album (a simple 3x5 leaflet photo insert booklet). We laughed like old friends as we poured over their childhood pictures. Their youngest daughter finally allowed me, the foreigner, to hold her, and not only allowed me to, but actually reached out for me. As we were leaving, my new friend hugged me and insisted that I come over many, many more times - what a welcome!

However, before we left, a member of the family informed us that the mother of both of our helpers was disappointed that we did not come to see her. What day goes by that we don't make some cultural mistake or insensitivity (after all, we are still students of the culture)? So, we sent our apologies along with this person and assured her that we'd come by after Ella's nap. So, once Ella awoke from her nap, we were off to another home. This time we entered a home of people we did not know (the mother herself we had only met in passing a few weeks back). So, as we sat down for some more food, cookies and syrup drinks, our comfort-level and language were tested and stretched once again. We were being given lessons in the Acehnese language (we barely speak Indonesian, let alone try to remember another one!). But as the mother walked into the room, you can sense her authority, she was respected. We were honored to have her personal invitation. Her face lit up at our greeting of her. We stayed a short time, but learned so much of the culture from that brief interaction and experience with this woman and her family.

At the end of the day, we were exhausted - both emotionally and physically. We were FLAT OUT tired. However, this morning, as I recall the events of yesterday, my heart is full. We loved with a Love that went beyond ourselves; one that stretched us beyond our own limits. For that we are grateful. Although we don't relate, nor fully understand the celebration that took place yesterday for these people, we were able to live among them; we were received by them. For this we give God thanks and glory - for we know His ways and His purposes are much greater and reach further than what we can possibly think or imagine. So, this experience, this precious time we had with these people, we will consider it a small stepping stone into our time here, and look forward to the next...

What are We Doing Here?

2011-08-29T15:16:00.007+07:00

This past Saturday (a typical day off for MAF), our boss, Stan, got a call requesting an emergency medical evacuation flight for a person who had an accident on a remote island off of our big island (nothing unusual for MAF, but was the first time that I got to take part in it). Without the small and maneuverable MAF plane, the trip to the hospital here in Banda Aceh would be arduous and risky. To traverse the jungle, take a boat across the water, and drive along unkempt village roads would take approximately 28 hours! Can you imagine needing emergency care but having to travel over a full day to get to it?

Stan calls Corey with the news, and off to the hangar he went (with me and the girls in tow)! Our family arrived first at the hangar and immediately Corey began to prep the plane for the flight. In addition to the regular prep work, Corey also removed many of the seats in order to create space to secure the stretcher for our emergency passenger and their family, as well as, installed an oxygen tank.

Shortly after we arrived, Stan and his family arrived too - bringing along with them a nurse who would care for the patient during the flight. As the nurse stepped out of the car in her light blue scrubs, carrying her supplies, and wearing fun, child-inspired sneakers, I smiled knowing that the sight of this lady in blue would comfort the hearts of the scared and worried family members (and patient); people who live in a distant remote village and are not accustomed to good medical care.

An ambulance then was arranged to be on site and ready to transport this precious passenger from the airport to the hospital as soon as the plane landed. Before the plane even took off, the ambulance arrived and was ready to go.

The plane is prepped, the nurse is present, the ambulance is ready, the pilot has done all his prep work and gotten all the necessary clearances. One thing left to do: seek God's face and ask for Him to use us and our efforts for His kingdom's purposes and for His glory alone. And so, there on the runway, a prayer was offered up to the only One who could bring the care that this person, this precious soul, truly needs.

What an amazing blessing it was to be a small part of that act of love on this particular Saturday. I'm thankful and humbled to be a part of this; a part in imparting the love, care and truth of Christ to a desperate and needy people. For I was one of those people; one who needed saving but was helpless to reach it on my own. But He picked me up and carried me to the One who could heal me. It is my joy and honor to do the same for others.

And that is what we are doing here.

*MAF is the only organization providing medical flights in the whole province (think state in America) of Aceh! What an incredible opportunity that we have!

Our Messiness

2011-08-20T12:51:00.017+07:00

Ok, so last night was a first for us as parents. We experienced something that we hope to never have to again. Many of our dear friends have experienced this (as we've heard the stories)...but up until now, we have managed to escape such an unpleasant event: our child taking off their own poopy diaper while in bed. Yeah...yuck.

Now I'm certain that there are plenty of you who know exactly what that all entails and are cringing at the thought. I still am doing the "cootie" shiver-thing you do when you get all grossed out!

But yes, even this situation gave opportunity to teach me about my God. Yes, even poop.

Last night, while Corey and I were enjoying the peace and quiet of a late night conversation, we were interrupted (again) by the sound of our daughter's door opening. Since early in the week we had taken Ella's pacifier away, we assumed it was about that (again). However, it was not. Oh, how I wish that it were! Instead, two hours after her bedtime, she had come out to tell us about what she had done...and that she needed help.

Corey went to handle the situation by himself. It seems easier and quicker to re-put the kids to bed when there is only one of us in the room. However, moments after he left our room, I hear a monotone solemn voice, "Megan, come in here." Curious, I asked what it was about...instead of an answer, "Just come in here."

Corey is escorting Ella to me and asked that I clean her up and put a new diaper on her. He didn't really have to explain, the smell was explanation enough. Her eyes confused, fearful of punishment, shameful of wrong-doing. She had pooped, and chose to take off her own diaper...in bed...in the dark...under the covers. None of which are good choices. She already knows that she is not to take off her own diapers. She had done wrong...and she knew it.

However, she realized she had done wrong, and that she couldn't fix it herself, and had made a horrible mess. She needed help. So, she didn't try to hide it. Instead, she came to us, her parents, the ones who discipline her for doing wrong, yet the same ones who help her in times of trouble, who comfort her when she's scared or hurt, who play games with her, and who enjoy her because she belongs to them. She knew who to come to in order to make things right again, to be made clean again...even if it meant discipline.

I simply asked her to go get the baby wipes and a diaper. She did. As she handed me the items, she willingly laid her body down in front of me so that I could get to work.

Oh, what a parallel this paints for us as children of God. We may not wear diapers anymore, but we still make quite a mess at times, don't we? Our sin is like that poopy diaper - it stinks, its gross, and it makes a horrible mess if it is not disposed of properly.

Ella thought she could handle the situation (her poop) all by herself, but she was wrong. Instead, she made an even bigger, stinkier mess! Like Ella, at times, we too, think we can handle our sin (clean up our own mess) all by ourselves...and like her, we are wrong. God's Word tells us, "If we confess our sins, He is faithful and righteous to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness." 1 John 1:9. He is the one who does the cleansing, not us. But we must come to Him in order to do so. We must confess our wrong-doing - our sin, then, as the gracious and forgiving Father that He is, He will forgive us and cleanse us from all unrighteousness! I know that I often times forget this simple truth and so deceive myself into thinking that it is my responsibility to "fix my own mess," because it is also written, "Cleanse your hands, you sinners; and purify your hearts, you double-minded." James 4:8. But, only a few verses before it, I am also reminded that "God opposes the proud, but gives grace to the humble." (vs. 6), and a few verses after, "Humble yourselves in the presence of the Lord, and He will exalt you." (vs. 10). We are to FIRST seek God's forgiveness and then repent. Once we are made right with God again through confession, forgiveness (on His part), it is He who will help and enable us to take steps of repentence "...the kindness of God leads you to repentance..." Romans 2:4.

It is God, who forgives, cleanses, and causes the fruit of repentance within our lives. If only we humble ourselves when we sin and choose to go to the One who disciplines us for wrong-doing, yet the same One who helps us in times of trouble, Who comforts us when we're scared or hurt...to the One who enjoys us because we belong to Him.

Like Ella, let us come before the Father, confess our sins, humbly lay ourselves down in front of Him so that we may be cleansed. Then ask for His help to clean up the mess around us...because He is faithful.

Catelyn's First Day of 1st Grade

2011-08-19T14:57:00.003+07:00

Can you tell she was a tad bit excited??

Cultural Adaptations - What Time is it?

2011-08-10T14:58:00.006+07:00

Ok, it's been a while since we've shared one of these. So, here's one from last night...

We dropped the kids off at a friend's house so that we can go on our bi-weekly date night around 5pm. Around 7:30pm we return from our nice and quiet retreat as a couple to pick up the kids. They are having such a great time, so we sit down and chat with our friends for a bit while all the kids play together. Before we know it, the clock reads: 9:20pm! YIKES! Our kid's bedtime is typically 7:30pm...the very latest 8pm. It's a school night too...oops!

The girls are red-eyed and temperamental , but still manages to utter the I'm-not-tired-can-we-keep-playing? line that every child somehow has convinced themselves that their parents will believe and allow. Um...no. (It's 9:30pm now.)

We load them into the car for the 3-minute car ride home. As we pull onto our street a mob of neighborhood kids spot our car and RUN towards us. We stop the car in order to unlock the gate so that we can pull our car into the driveway, and all the kids surround the car like a bunch of groupies awaiting the Rock Star to come out of the limousine. They are shouting (yes...shouting at 9:30pm) ELLA! CATELYN! This group of kids were WIDE awake at this time and their ages ranged from 4yrs-9yrs old.

When we got out of the car, the older kids grabbed Ella and were holding her and passing her around. So, we engaged in a short conversation with them before excusing ourselves in order to bathe and put our kids to bed as quickly as possible (as it was already WAY past their bedtime).

Did you pick up on the cultural difference here? On a school night, children are allowed to roam freely at 9:30pm (and they were still out and about long after we finally got our kids into bed)...even the young children! We've been told that children are allowed to go to bed whenever they want...even on school nights. A cultural difference...um...definitely.

The Heart of Worship

2011-08-09T12:42:00.005+07:00

Another beautiful evening of overlooking God's creative genius: the deep turquoise ocean forming large seamless waves of clear blue that rhythmically fall upon itself in explosions of white, and this, set against a backdrop of vibrant paint strokes of deep oranges and soothing pinks. Simply amazing.

As we were driving home from our evening at the beach last Friday, as usual, we used it as a time for family worship. We turned up the volume on the iPod and were ushered into throne room of God through the songs within our hearts - together, as a family. Our voices rising in chorus, our hearts of one accord, "Oh praise the One who paid my debt and raised this life up from the dead!" Our daughter's voice loudest of all. Oh, what a sound...to hear your child singing songs of praise and thanksgiving to our God! Then...as the song started to fade out, the declaration of my child's heart was revealed in seven simple words spoken softly: I can't wait to get to Heaven.

Me too, Sweetheart...me too. I knew exactly what she meant...when all is said and done...JESUS.

What was I thinking?!

2011-08-04T12:34:00.004+07:00

Challenged and gratefully happy - this is how I am feeling since yesterday's conversation. A normal evening with the kids: playtime, bathtime (well, shower time because there are no baths here), Bible time, and bedtime. During the typical routine of the day, a bright spot appeared. A moment that will be remembered for years to come. The sorrowful furrowed brows of our oldest daughter approaching Corey that gave rise to his attention.

Corey: "What's the matter, Sweetheart?"

Catelyn: "I have to tell you something that I did today, Daddy."

"Ok..."

"When Mommy told me to clean up my toys and put my dishes away and brush my teeth, I did something bad..."

"Yes..."

(Tears began to fill our daughter's eyes and her lower lip began to quiver)

"I don't like doing all those things, and so I thought of bad words. Words that are not good words."

"Like what, Honey? What words were you thinking" Wondering the worst...and where she would have heard the words.

"I was thinking, 'I HATE this!' I wanted to say that to Mommy, but I didn't, because it was bad. I'm so sorry." (Tears flowing like rain now.)

Wow. My daughter understood so much more than we do at times. She recognized that even though she didn't verbalize what she was thinking, it was still residing there within her heart. "For the mouth speaks out of that which fills the heart...I tell you that every careless word that people speak, they shall give an accounting for it in the day of judgement." -Matthew 12:34 & 35. Within her was rising an anger that wanted to explode out of her mouth. She knew that it wasn't good; that it wasn't of God. She felt the guilt of even thinking something that she felt was wrong! So much so, she chose to confess it. What an example of desiring purity of heart. We, as adults, easily get caught up in (and accustomed to) the age-old lie: because its not a visible sin, then it's not that bad, and so we ignore it...and ignore it the next time...and the next time...until it is normal...and sadly, then becomes accepted.

Oh, that I would be that sensitive to my thoughts. That I would consistently "take every thought captive to the obedience of Christ." -2 Corinthians 10:5. That I would hate my sin so much so, that when I entertain a sinful thought that I would be uncomfortable and convicted and quickly repent - just as my daughter did yesterday.

Yesterday was a wonderful teaching opportunity for her (and us!), in that we encouraged her that the Spirit of God is who stirred in her the sadness over her impulsive thought. That it was a good thing that it bothered her and she didn't just ignore it. We also got the opportunity to praise her in allowing the Holy Spirit to bear the fruit of self-control in that situation (Galatians 5:22). That even though she thought an angry thought, she stopped it there and didn't act on it! What an incredible victory for a 5-year-old! For this, we took the time to praise God and rejoice in the working of God within her.

I'm thankful to be a mom. Not only because I've been blessed with two adorably precious little girls (which is reason enough!), but that through this wonderful role that I've been given, I receive first-hand lessons from God through the eyes and life of my children. Over and over again, the simple stories and truths of Scripture are displayed before me in living color (as it was yesterday). For this my heart is truly thankful. In my job as mom, I get to snuggle my hug-able and kiss-able little girls AND learn more about my faithful and loving Father in the process...what could be better?! Oh yes...I know!...I get to do all this with my amazing husband as well! God is good.

"Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is commendable, if there is any excellence, if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things." Philippians 4:8

Lesson Planning

2011-08-02T10:06:00.018+07:00

As I sit here listening to the cool breeze move peacefully through the trees in my yard. With many school books laid out before me, I am thinking through what this upcoming year will bring as I strive to teach my daughters about the world around them. I think of many things I hope to accomplish from my joyful and intentional efforts and labor on their behalf. I hope (and pray) that they may grow up into women who contribute something beautiful to this world. That they may be well-equipped to choose wisely how they desire to use her gifts and knowledge for purposes beyond themselves. That they would choose to seek grace and mercy over greed and fame. That they would desire wisdom and seek after it, rather than follow the way of fools.

As I look through these books which contain an immense amount of interesting and exciting information within them, I am reminded of the study that I'm currently going through in Proverbs. I am sweetly reminded that there is one thing that precedes all of this useful and important information; the one thing we ought to teach our children that is above all else (as it is the foundation for all else) is: the fear of the Lord.

My daughter, Catelyn, is a very bright girl. She is advanced in learning. She is only five years old and is entering 2nd grade level reading. She is eager to learn, and she absorbs information like a dry and thirsty sponge. I'm thankful for this - it is indeed a gift from God.

With knowledge my daughter can do much good for this world. With it she has the potential for great and wonderful things. She has a beautiful wide-open future laid out before her - what she will do with it is yet to be discovered! She has only to open her eyes and attend her ears to learning - endless opportunities await such a young life! And I get giddy thinking of all the possibilities, and I look forward to watching her grow and develop into the woman God has created her to be!

But knowledge is a tricky thing. Mere knowledge alone has the potential for harm. With only knowledge, Catelyn also has the potential for great and terrible things. Knowledge without wisdom can be dangerous ground - it can cause lots of problems. It is often times careless and full of pride. It seems that knowledge is at its best and most beneficial when it is accompanied by wisdom, prudence and discretion. Wisdom gives guidance and direction to the intellect, it gives ability to think through things rather than simply knowing the facts. Wisdom is discerning. Wisdom is honorable. So above, as well as, alongside obtaining knowledge, I want to teach and train my children to seek wisdom; to know how to accurately handle and utilize knowledge. And to do so in a way, that it is a gift and blessing to those they meet (not as a demeaning or arrogant slap in the face). I desire to teach them that there is a purpose for obtaining knowledge; that its not simply to become smart (or the smartest!)...there is a specific reason for it (as there is one reason and purpose for all things) - the glory of God.

We are encouraged over and over again in God's Word to pursue knowledge (the book of Proverbs is jam packed with exhortations to flee folly and seek wisdom and knowledge), and so I am joyfully embarking on the journey to teach my daughters all that I can about this world - the world that our God has created. Science, Math, Languages, History, Geography, Astronomy, Chemistry...they all point to HIM - the One who made and rules over it all. There is not a thing on this earth that doesn't point back to His glorious Presence. Each tree, each creature, each drop of rain, each piece of technology built by the minds that He created - all of it declares His glory!

That is my lesson plan for this year and the years ahead. Whether I am still homeschooling my children, or if they are attending public school - that is my job - to teach them and point them to their Creator! To point them to the One who made them and loves them. That He is far greater than we could ever have even imagined and that He is amazing (just look at the stars, the vast oceans, the different species of animals and plants!). I'm excited to see my daughter's eyes sparkle at the name of Jesus (because He is that wonderful!). I'm excited to pour my life into their's so that they may recognize that every moment breathes out His beauty. I'm excited (and greatly humbled) that I've been entrusted by God to carry such an enormous, yet simple, responsibility - and I won't take it lightly.

As I teach them these blessed and wonderful truths, I want to be displaying for them and training them how to respond to such a powerful and loving God. To revere Him, to fall before Him with adoration and a humble heart, to serve Him joyfully and willingly - to fear Him. And from there, from the posture of humility and joyful submission, that is where true wisdom will come. That is when their knowledge (and mine) will flourish and be used best. That is when knowledge becomes a useful tool rather than an opportunity for boasting. That is when our labor for learning will overflow into blessings on others, and all this for the glory of God.

Where it begins:

"The fear of the LORD is the beginning of wisdom, and the knowledge of the Holy One is understanding." Proverbs 9:10.

Where it ends:

"The conclusion, when all has been heard, is: fear God and keep His commandments, because this applies to every person." Ecclesiastes 12:13

What kind of woman is to be praised:

"Charm is deceitful and beauty is vain, but a woman who fears the LORD, she shall be praised. Give her the product of her hands, and let her works praise her in the gates." Proverbs 31:31

You will reap what you sow...

2011-07-28T22:10:00.005+07:00

We decided to make home-made chocolate chip cookies for the hangar guys at Corey's work today as a way to love on them. So, to my girls' dismay, they had to reap what they had sown: deliciousness!

I always loved clean-up duty when mom made cookies...YUM!

Our Refreshing Get-Away

2011-07-26T09:09:00.006+07:00

Here are some pictures of our time away as a team this past weekend (sorry the pictures aren't too great because I was busy enjoying myself!). It was an amazing time of encouragement and refreshment! Thanks to all those whose labor of love made this trip such a blessing to us all!

The teaching and worship time was an incredible blessing to all of our hearts.

Time with our team was fun and relaxing.

The beach was gorgeous! Catelyn pointing to it wanting to go in!

The water was so clear and warm.

How could you not want to go for a swim or snorkel???

Looking forward to next year's trip!

A Yard Full of New Faces

2011-07-20T21:38:00.005+07:00

This evening a bunch of neighbors came over to play in our yard (both kids and adults)! Apparently, it was the place to be!

God's special gift to me...(a follow-up to the candle story)

2011-07-20T20:35:00.008+07:00

God truly has a special and unique place in my heart...and I know that I do in His as well. It's the simple, yet personal, gestures that He chooses to do that reminds me just how intimately acquainted with my thoughts and heart He truly is. As I shared in my last post, I am very much a scent-oriented person. I deeply appreciate pleasant smells. My God knows this, He created me in this way. He sees the smile that appears on my face when I walk into an area with a fresh and sweet fragrance in the air. He knows that the simple aroma of a flower can turn a sad/bad mood into a good one for me. My heart is cheered by sweet smells. He knew all this about me. He also knew that my candles would be taken from me for His good purpose. And so, once His purpose had been accomplished, He sent me a gift; one that He knew would touch my heart. One that I would know was directly from Him. He doesn't have to bless me with gifts, but He does...because He is a good Father. He enjoys seeing the smile on my face because He is my Father. And so...I thank Him for His lovingkindness towards me.

I found this growing in my yard...a Plumeria tree - my special and well-chosen gift from God.

It gives off the most sweetest smell (eat your heart out Yankee Candle!), it vibrantly displays the most perfect color (yellow is my favorite), and it brings back such wonderful memories of my honeymoon (one of the sweetest times in my life). Thank you, Lord. Indeed, every perfect gift comes from above!

I share this with you, not to show off the gift (though it is wonderful), but the Giver (who is FAR greater!). He is incredible! He is majestic! He is altogether wonderful! He cares for me, and He loves me. I know this full well...and I love Him in return. I do hope you know this love too.

"Every good thing given and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father..." James 1:17

The True Home-Maker

2011-07-09T15:15:00.014+07:00

The Lord is amazing. His ways are so far beyond my own that it leaves me smiling at His perfection. How He can take a simple occasion and use it flawlessly (and often times, unpredictably) to accomplish His perfect will. He truly does all things well.

What girl doesn't like to set up house? (After all, I'm the wife, my job is watch over and tend to the home [Titus 2:5; Proverbs 14:1])."Let's try this piece of furniture here, oh wait, maybe over there and turn it a little to the left. And that picture should go right there...ahh...perfect!" And so it goes over the past couple of weeks in our house. We are turning this new house of ours into a home.

Every family has items within their house that helps make it a home; things that assist in making their space a place of refreshment and restoration from the work and events of the day. Perhaps its a cozy chair, a shelf full of books, pictures on the wall, fresh flowers on the table. For me, it's a well-chosen yummy-smelling Yankee Candle. Something about the smell of Sweet Strawberry during the spring and summer months, or Spiced Pumpkin during Fall, or a Christmasy scent during the holidays...it feels welcoming and makes it feel like "home" to me.

Many who are close to me know of my love for these candles and so lovingly and generously sent me overseas with several! I just recently unpacked these precious gifts from my crates (I haven't seen them since we packed them 1-1/2 years ago). My heart was blessed and overjoyed! The Lord knows how I am a scent-oriented person...He made me that way. :)

Ok, back to my story. So, last week, Corey and Catelyn were busy setting up our computer and electronics in our office. Corey had pulled our desk away from the wall in order to reach behind it to organize all the cords and such. From the kitchen I call for my husband to help me for a moment. Being the loving husband that he is, he left his work, and his little assistant, for a moment to come help his wife. A few moments after he arrived in the kitchen, it happened. A heart-sinking, stomach-dropping moment: the sound of a large heavy item falling down, accompanied by the sound of wood and glass breaking and being thrown across a room. Immediately we run to the room, not knowing what we will find, only knowing the office was left with the top-heavy hutch off-centered resting temporarily on top of a desk with our 5-year-old "working" in there and our toddler roaming the house somewhere.

We hurry in to find the hutch toppled face down on the floor with lots of broken items scattered everywhere in the room and our 5-year-old standing upright, stiff as a board, with real fear in her eyes. Immediately Corey lifts the hutch in search of Ella. She's not underneath, she was in another room - praise God! Catelyn is terrified and repeating the words, "I'm so sorry." over and over again. She was truly frightened. We check to make sure she is ok and reassure her that everything is fine and she's not in trouble. The room looked like someone picked up the room and shook it violently and set it back down - its was a mess!

Both kids are fine...our hearts are full of gratitude and relief. We comfort them and get them settled in the other room to play, so that we can get to work on cleaning up the mess.

We both walk back into the room and the first thing I see is glass everywhere...and at my feet, a label that reads "Yankee Candle - Sweet Strawberry." The day before, I had placed all my candles on the hutch until I found a place to put them later. My heart sank...I actually felt tears rise, but I struggled to hold them back (yes, over candles...sigh). At that moment, I was confronted. Now what? The very items that "make my house a home" are now gone, so now what? Do they really make it "home?" I confess, I wrestled with these thoughts as a swept up the glass and pieces of broken candles. I was realizing that I had elevated these wonderful gifts to a place where they ought not to be. They merely assist in making a home welcoming and pleasant, nothing more. I'm thankful to say that God quickly gave me an understanding into what He was revealing to me: He will make our house a home; His Presence will be what is welcoming and pleasant. He will be the fragrance that is in the air. As I continued to sweep with tears welling up in my eyes over my (pathetic) "loss", yet also because of the joy of this truth from God, I was able to say to Corey, "I guess the Lord didn't want me to have these right now."

That day, my heart was found to be secretly holding on to something more than it ought to, and God, in His goodness, chose to reveal that to me. Though my candles were shattered, and our desk was greatly damaged, I found that it was my heart that was the thing that was truly in need of attention. So, as I sit here at my computer and look up at the large gash and missing piece on my desk, I am reminded of what truly makes my house a home: Christ. Without Him it is just a box with stuff in it and hurried frantic people running around from one problem to the next. But with Him, when He dwells within the hearts of His people - that changes everything. A stale house, becomes a warm and welcoming place. It is Christ who does this. It is He who is behind the sounds of my children's laughter, it is He who brings the cool breeze to soften the heat in the house, it is He who fills the air with the sweet aroma of Himself. And it is He who makes this house a home.

Hi again!

2011-06-29T14:30:00.002+07:00

We've received many emails and Facebook messages asking if we've fallen off the map. Which is pretty humorous since we are on the opposite end of the world, and if the world had not been discovered to be round instead of flat, we would have fallen off the map! :)

But, nope...we are still here. We have found our way back to the internet world. The past few weeks have been spent adjusting to this new culture, familiarizing ourselves with our new city, arranging house projects to be completed before moving into our new home, and then moving in. We are still living in the midst of boxes/bins, but are making great progress. It has been several years since we've lived in our own home, so this is a special time for us, and we are thankful to God for this gift and blessing once again.

Once we are a bit more settled in, we will give an update on our new city, neighborhood, and work. In the meantime, please pray for God to be made much of in our new home.

SLEEPOVER!

2011-05-31T08:05:00.004+07:00

Since we only have a few short days left here in Papua, Catelyn and her friend, Marielle, wanted to have a sleepover together! So, last night, we pulled out two mattresses and laid them on the living room floor and the girls had some SERIOUS fun! They ate cake, had a pillow fight, did some couch diving onto the mattresses, and watched a movie.

Catelyn is going to miss her little buddy!

Catelyn Graduates!

2011-05-20T17:29:00.004+07:00

Today, our daughter graduated from Kindergarten! Since we home school her, she doesn't get an official graduation ceremony, but since Corey and I both remember our Kindergarten graduations, we wanted to do something special for her. So, we made her a graduation cap and diploma, and baked a cake. We asked those dearest to her to send her letters of congratulations and encouragement. And we threw her a Graduation Pizza Party with her friends. She was so happy! Here are some pics from this evening.

Daddy making a speech and praising Catelyn for her hard work!

Catelyn receiving her graduation cap!

Our proud little graduate!

Her diploma!

Demonstrating her new skills to all her party guests...reading a letter out loud that we wrote to her!

Receiving gifts.

Her and her friends at her graduation pizza party.

We are so very proud of you, Catelyn! Great job!

Whatever you do...

2011-05-19T07:51:00.009+07:00

God has gifted my husband with a mechanical mind. He enjoys working with his hands and figuring out problems. That is my husband. There are days he comes home with grease caked into his fingernails, or wreaking of fuel...those days he gets pointed directly to the shower before proceeding to do anything else! But, he enjoys his work, he gets great satisfaction from it. "Here is what I have seen to be good and fitting: to eat, to drink and enjoy oneself in all one's labor in which he toils under the sun during the few years of his life which God has given him; for this is his reward." Ecclesiastes 5:18.

But more than working with his hands, Corey much more enjoys working with his hands for a purpose...for God's glory. God has specifically and intentionally given him his skills, gifts and personality in order to equip him to do the good works laid out for him (Hebrews 13:21, Ephesians 2:10). That is true of us all. What are we good at, enjoy doing, and have been gifted in by the Lord?...we ought to do that...to the glory of God!

For my husband, this means pouring his life into his co-workers; getting into their lives, allowing them into his. We've seen much fruit from this...he is "in his element" in his workplace (if you know my husband, you know this to be true!). As a stay-at-home and homeschooling mom, this looks a bit differently for me. Most of my tasks require me to be home (as I have an important ministry to my husband and children). But, I still want to "love my neighbor." I personally love to bake and give gifts to people, I get great joy from doing this. So for me, I bake goodies and bring them to our neighbors, friends, employees, or whoever. I also like to surprise them with unexpected gifts just to let them know that I'm thinking about them. This is how God has made me, and I joyfully embrace serving Him in these ways. Complex, simple, big, small; our service to God isn't measured by these things; the reach of our service is in His control, not ours (1 Corinthians 12:4-6). We are to simply be faithful to do the little things set before us each day. What God chooses to do with our efforts is His decision. How freeing! We are freed up to enjoy serving Him with the abilities, gifts, and personality that He has formed within us, and we are wise to listen to King Solomon's exhortation: "Whatever your hand finds to do, do it with all your might..." Ecclesiastes 9:10.

It is inspiring to watch my husband humbly and faithfully use his skills and personality to love his co-workers - he is being who God created him to be. This spurs me on to do the same.

"Whatever you do in word or deed, do all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks through Him to God the Father." Colossians 3:17

Happy Mother's Day

2011-05-08T11:30:00.003+07:00

Many would say that this day is just another Hallmark holiday...a shameless attempt to make more money. But, we choose not to look at it this way, we choose to thank God for another reminder to honor our mother; to have another reason to praise her for her good works; to take another opportunity to show her love and appreciation. And so, we do...

We love you, Moms! Your sacrifice, your love, your joy, your smiles, your encouragement, your support, and your example are only a few of the things we can praise you for! Thank you for thinking of us when you could have chosen to think only of yourself. Thank you for providing for us, when you could have bought yourself glamorous things. Thank you for choosing to spur us on in our lives even though it has cost you somethings you dearly love. Your sacrifice is not taken for granted, nor ignored. You are cherished and loved. You are highly esteemed. You are thought of often and greatly missed. And although we cannot be with you physically today, you are in our thoughts and prayers asking God to bless you in incredible ways and thanking Him for your faithfulness to love as He does.

With the adoration of your children...Happy Mother's Day!

A Royal Wedding

2011-05-03T20:39:00.005+07:00

Ok, so I am not ashamed to admit that I watched Prince William and Kate get married. What girl doesn't dream of a big fancy wedding? All things beautiful, all things royal! If you are a child of God, the Bride of Christ, then you were made for just that, we were made for royalty.

That is what we have been teaching our daughter...she is a daughter of the King, she is a princess. She will one day marry the King! She will be adorned in beautiful garments that befit a queen. She will have a Prince riding in on a white horse and rescue her and take her away to a beautiful palace and they will live happily ever after! God promised it, and it will happen. (Revelation 19:7-9, 11-16; 21:1-27; 22:1-5).

So, even here on the other side of the world, we celebrated a very small glimpse into what it might look like on our big day...on the day we will marry our Prince!

*Side note: I adore the prince (Corey) that I am blessed to be married to here on earth. He is quite the catch! But I also know that the joy and love that I experience in this earthly marriage is only a foreshadow of the one that will be enjoyed throughout eternity!

So, you can visit my friend's blog to see a couple pics of our Royal Wedding Party!

Little Easter Egg Hunt

2011-05-03T16:46:00.009+07:00

Sadly, since I have been so sick, the day at the beach prevented me from having the energy to go enjoy an Easter dinner and celebration at a friend's house that we had planned for awhile. But, we did go to church and enjoyed worshiping Christ alongside our brothers and sisters. We also colored eggs with the girls and did a little Easter egg hunt in our backyard. Ella wasn't quite sure how the egg hunt worked, but had fun following Catelyn around, then with a little help (a.k.a. us pointing the eggs out), she got into the game!

Ok, so what am I suppose to do again???

I don't know what I'm doing, but it sure looks fun!

Hey, wait for me...where are you going?

Ah ha! I found one! And it matches my dress!

Oooo...look at these pretty eggs, what color chickens laid these?

Found one!

Found another!

Though we didn't get to join the group in having a delicious meal on Easter day, we did have a Day-After-Easter Meal the next night...ham, mashed potatoes, hard-boiled eggs, and apple pie! YUM!

More from the beach

2011-05-03T14:35:00.003+07:00

Here are some more pics of our time at the beach.

Some locals that played with us in the water. Notice the difference in clothing used for swimming.

A fisherman came up with his catch from the day and was selling it along the shore.

It was a fun day at the beach in the tropics.

Where have you been?

2011-05-03T13:53:00.005+07:00

I'm back. Sorry for the unexpected long hiatus from the blogging world. Not that there are too many of you out there reading this, so really, I should say, "Sorry, Grandparents, for not posting any recent pics of the kids lately!" The reason for the absence of pictures and words is due to me being sick for a few weeks...finally I'm on the mend, so I'm up and at em' again...so...onto some pics.

The day before Easter we went to a beach to have some fun in the water with some friends. The girls LOVED the water and the sand. The water here in the tropics is the walk-right-in-without-shivering-because-it-is-like-a-nice-warm-bath type of water...ahhhhh...very nice. This beach is a black sand beach, but the water still was gorgeous!

Ella sitting in the shade eating snacks while watching the waves.

Catelyn assessing the waves as she picks just the right one to body surf on!
Taking a break from the body surfing for a minute.
The boys going out for their turn to catch the perfect wave.
The view from our little cabana-type shade thing.

Ok, so as to not make this post super long with pictures, I'll add some more from the trip in a separate post. Stay tuned...

"You Spin Me Right Round..."

2011-03-25T16:29:00.003+07:00

So, I'm a bit excited because on my grocery shopping trip I found good-looking lettuce! For some reason, it has been difficult to find lettuce worth buying. But my search is now over. Now onto the cleaning and storing of it so that it lasts longer than a couple days before wilting. So, here is how I spent part of my night tonight.

First, I peeled each crispy leaf off my head of romaine lettuce, and let it soak in my sink full of water and a little bit of bleach (to kill off any "protein" or otherwise from becoming part of my future salads). Then, I needed to remove the moisture from the leaves...but where is my salad spinner? Oh yeah, I remember, I sold it a few years ago before we moved overseas in preparation for "overseas living" - oops. So, what shall I do? Shake each leaf by hand? Nope, I'd break them and it wouldn't prove very successful. Shall I set them in front of a fan on full power? Well, no, that would look silly! Hmmmm...what to do, what to do. Ah...I know! I'll use the spin tub on my washing machine to spin the lettuce!!! Hey, it spin dries my clothes remarkably well, so let's give it a go with my lettuce!

My bowl full of lettuce ready to be spun!

Gently place the lettuce into the spinner.

Good luck, little lettuce leaves!

All done! You all made it out alive! Time to tuck you away for later times of green deliciousness!

Now, to think about what type of salad to make from these beautifully spun and moisture-free lettuce leaves! Any suggestions?

Birthday Pics

2011-03-15T12:18:00.007+07:00

This one is for the grandparents (as we've gotten slightly more than a few hints/suggestions/outright demands for these). So, here are some pics of the girls from their birthday weekend:

Our 5-year-old!

Silly girl!

Our 2-year-old!

Mmmmm!

DELICIOUS!

Both girls got to have their own special day. They each got to pick all three meals for their birthday, and we went and did all the fun things they wanted to do (go to the outdoor playground, indoor playground, go for donuts, etc.). We all had fun. Happy birthday girls!

More on our ignorance...

2011-03-09T17:55:00.005+07:00

So, when we arrived in our first home in Indonesia (in Salatiga) we had a banana tree in our yard and learned that bananas grow upside down (or we think so anyway) - see our old post about that. And now that we're in our second home in Indonesia (in Papua) we have pineapples growing in our yard. But we were surprised at what we saw. We never knew they came from a bush, I guess we just assumed it was a tree...but really we never gave it any thought since in America it just is sitting on a nice little shelf with all its other pineapple friends just waiting to be grabbed. The things you learn living in a country without barcodes and produce shelves.

So, if you're ignorant like us...this is for your viewing pleasure and education:

Birthday Week

2011-03-09T17:43:00.002+07:00

This coming weekend is our daughters' birthdays (Catelyn's 5th birthday and Ella's 2nd birthday!), so in celebration of birthday week...here is a recent picture of our two little sweetie pies!

It's All Making Sense

2011-03-04T21:20:00.003+07:00

Today, I (Corey) got to go on another flight in our new Kodiak airplane. At this point, I have gotten to fly in a Kodiak three times since we landed here two weeks ago. Two of those trips were for RTS (Return To Service) flights which are typically done after a big service is done on the aircraft and today's flight was simply an opportunity to see what MAF does. Unfortunately, my pictures were quite limited because the weather was pretty bad but I thought I would share a couple and share a little bit about my experience.

We left around 6:30am this morning and we were scheduled to take a load of food to a particular village which is roughly an hour flight from our base. As we were flying, so many thoughts flooded my mind. One was, how in the world did people groups get through hundreds of miles of thick jungle only to eventually live on the side of a mountain in what would seem to be the middle of nowhere? Another was, why do the people need the food that we are taking to them right now? What did they do before there were airplanes? Anyway, there were about five hundred others but the reality is, I had no idea how these people could have ever even been found without the use of aircraft and my appreciation for our ministry here skyrocketed today. In addition, my respect for our pilots increased greatly as I really got to see first hand what kind of courage it takes for them to do what they do every day. There are hundreds of variables and though they are VERY well trained, they still have a risky job. Many of the villages that we serve have airstrips that go up hill. FYI, when a plane lands, it usually goes down so when a plane is descending and is approaching an uphill climb, it basically looks like you are flying into the side of a mountain at 100 mph. The pilots have to do some pretty wild things to keep that plane from losing it and keeping it's passengers safe. Very impressive. I've seen video and hundreds of pictures but to actually do it is a whole different story.

Back to the story. For about 45 mins, it was fairly flat but the jungle was dense. Picture a head of broccoli, a large one as far as you can see in every direction. After the 45 mins, we began to approach the highlands. This is basically just a bunch of mountains that can make you feel about 3 millimeters tall. As we were going through the highlands, unfortunately it began to rain and the clouds were coming in and it was beginning to become difficult to see where one mountain ended and another began so we had to abort our planned delivery. So we began to go back but thought we would land on one of the strips which was out of the bad weather just so I could experience it all. At this point, I was quite confident in our pilot so even though we were going 100mph into the side of a mountain, I knew he would pull up and make a very smooth landing out of something most pilots would never even attempt. We couldn't stay at the village because the clouds were rolling in so if we got out of the plane, we would have been there a while, maybe all night. But, while I was there, I took a couple pics of the people that our organization serves on a daily basis. The fist photo has a couple very malnourished children in it which you can see in the lower left corner. It was then made clear why we need to bring food to these villages. Even though they have survived over the centuries without us, many die because all they eat is roots and leaves. We can load up a plane full of basic foods that will prolong their lives so that little children don't have to die so regularly. Unfortunately, it is a very common thing for parents to bury their children and in some ways has become less tragic because of that. In the mean time, we get to play a role in giving them an opportunity at life, not just physically but spiritually as well. Thanks so much to all of you that play a role in our ministry. I am so thankful to be a part of this and I hope you are too.

Catelyn's heart revealed again...

2011-02-27T18:44:00.006+07:00

I love the heart that God has given my daughter, Catelyn. She truly has a heart to show love and help to others. I am a proud parent, but mostly I just boast in the God behind her heart! The work of the Spirit is evident in her compassion and thoughtfulness.

Today, we made Valentine's Day cupcakes (thanks, Mom, for sending them, but we couldn't bake them on Valentine's because we were in Jakarta without a kitchen). I told her that that Nana sent them for her. So, today we made pretty cupcakes with pink frosting and little heart sprinkles to make them even more pinkalicious! YUM!

Once Catelyn got done decorating them she admired the beautifulness (is that a word?) and just stared at them. I was enjoying watching my little girl admire her creation and just watching the enamored look on her face. But, then she looked up at me with her sweet compassionate eyes...and I knew. She asked, "Mom, can we give some cupcakes to people who don't have much food?" Of course she knew the answer. So, off she ran to give a cupcake to the Indonesian guard of our housing compound. She can speak Indonesian, so I saw her sitting and talking with him for a couple minutes, and then she ran back with a huge smile on her face! My heart was smiling too. I love this little girl.

For more of her beautifulness check out: this and this.

Good-byes

2011-02-22T17:58:00.007+07:00

Sorry for the unexpected haitus from the blog. Time got away from us as we were packing up and saying our good-byes for the past month or two. But, we're back...and in Papua (but more on that later)!

Here are just some of the friends that we sadly had to say good-bye to in Salatiga:

Our teachers at language school!

(Not all our pictured. Missing: Pak [Mr.] Yohanes, Ibu [Mrs.] Susana, Ibu Tasya, and Ibu Emri -perhaps I should just draw stick figures of them!)

The Bizztro crew! (a restaurant that we frequently ate at!)

Our pembantu (house helper) and her family. (She doesn't like to smile for pictures - but she's SO incredibly sweet!).

(from left to right: Danti, Pak Bambang, Ibu Santi, and Alta)

Our neighbors who helped us tremendously with our language!

(from left to right: Farrah, Dika, Ibu Petrus, Pak Petrus)

A classmate of Catelyn's and her family!

(from left to right: Ibu Ina, Ayya, and Pak Hanung)

We will miss them - as well as all the other relationships that we built over this past year. Good times...good memories. Good-bye Salatiga.

Goodbye 2010, Welcome 2011

2010-12-31T11:44:00.005+07:00

Another year behind us, and new and fresh year ahead. I love the newness and freshness and hope that comes with a new year.

I also take time to reflect on the year that has passed. This year is no exception. This past year has been a year of pruning. "I [Jesus] am the true vine, and my Father is the gardener. He cuts off every branch in Me that bears no fruit, while every branch that does bear fruit He prunes so that it will be even more fruitful...I am the vine; you are the branches. If you remain in Me and I in you, you will bear much fruit; apart from Me you can do nothing." John 15;1,2,5. Pruning is uncomfortable, and it hurts sometimes. I'm not a gardener, so I did some research to understand how, when, and why to prune.

There are a few reasons to prune: safety, aesthetics, and health. All these can certainly apply to me, but given my study and understanding of Scripture, I feel safe to say that the type of pruning focused on in John 15 is for my health...that I may be more fruitful because apart from Christ I can do nothing. God is more concerned about the health of our hearts and souls, so He prunes. Sometimes it's obvious that a bush needs to be pruned because its branches are browning and dried up. But sometimes, it is not so obvious.

Sometimes the gardener can see things beginning deeper in the branches (closer to the vine) that is unhealthy and will lead to future damage. Or perhaps he can see how a branch will later grow in a direction that will not be good, and so he will redirect the growth. To the branch, this type of pruning may seem confusing and unnecessary. Why is my gardener cutting off parts of me that appear healthy and fine. Why is he doing this...it hurts? Perhaps the branch (me) thinks that a particular branch that is being pruned bore fruit in the past, so why is it being cut off now. These questions are being asked by the one who does not see the big picture. I can relate to Job's confusion, and like him, still know there was a purpose in it all: "Behold, I go forward and He is not there, and backward, but I can not perceive Him; when He acts on the left, I cannot behold Him; He turns on the right, I cannot see Him. But He knows the way I take; when He has tried me, I shall come forth as gold." Job 23:8-10.

This year I have been stretched, pulled, cut, and have felt much heat. It has been uncomfortable and it has hurt. But I trust my Gardener; I trust my God. He knows what He is doing, even when I do not. He has promised to perfect me until the day of Christ (Philippians 1:6), and He is committed to doing so. I'm thankful for this past year, because I'm thankful for my faithful and trustworthy God who loves me and cares for me.

And so, I look forward to this next year. I'm looking forward to growing and bearing more fruit for His Name's sake. What will 2011 bring...I wonder. (Smiling.)

First Christmas in Indonesia

2010-12-31T10:20:00.006+07:00

We spent our first Christmas here in Indonesia. It was a busy day, but thankful to worship our Savior! He is good!

We started out our day with our treasured morning with Jesus: Sang songs to Jesus, read about His birth, each prayed - thanking Him for who He is and for coming for us, then we gave Him his presents. Each year we purchase gifts for Jesus via World Vision (Then the King will say to those on His right, 'Come, you who are blessed of My Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world. For I was hungry, and you gave Me something to eat; I was thirsty, and you gave Me something to drink; I was a stranger, and you invited Me in;naked, and you clothed Me; I was sick, and you visited Me; I was in prison, and you came to Me.' Then the righteous will answer Him, 'Lord, when did we see You hungry, and feed You, or thirsty, and give You something to drink? And when did we see You a stranger, and invite You in, or naked, and clothe You? When did we see You sick, or in prison, and come to You?' The King will answer and say to them, 'Truly I say to you, to the extent that you did it to one of these brothers of Mine, even the least of them, you did it to Me.'" Matthew 25:34-40.) This is one of our most favorite times during our celebration of Jesus on Christmas! We spent time skyping with family in the States, and we went out to eat with another MAF family for dinner, and made Jesus a birthday cake. Thankful for Jesus, for His birth, for His example to us, and for His promise that He will fulfill!

Happy Birthday Jesus!

Picture colored by Catelyn

Ella admiring the ornaments

These star ornaments were handmade by the Mt. Merapi victims.

Megan opening her card.

Corey opening his card.

Catelyn happy to open her gifts.

Ella playing with one of her gifts...

Catelyn got a building set - she loves it (so does Daddy!)

Ella peaking inside one of her gifts.

Catelyn & Reece at Christmas dinner

Girls washed up for bed - Merry Christmas!

Our family Christmas picture!

Exalt His Name Together

2010-12-24T13:21:00.003+07:00

"O magnify the LORD with me, let us exalt His Name together."

Psalm 34:3

Last weekend, the MAF families here in Salatiga gathered to worship Christ together! It was a wonderful time of praising and rejoicing in Christ.

(one family wasn't able to join us - we missed you Peters family!)

Christmas Season in Salatiga

2010-12-02T21:01:00.004+07:00

Greetings from a very warm part of the world! This is a far cry from the beautiful snowy Christmas season that we experienced for the past 5 Christmases in Ohio. Where is the jack frost that should be nipping at our noses? Just last night Corey and I were laughing about the fact that when we lived in California Christmastime wasn’t COLD, but you could still drive for a couple hours and arrive at snow, but here…we can’t even fly a couple hours to see snow! That’s how hot it is here - cold can't even come near us! So, I guess we can relate to the song, “White Christmas” - "I'm dreaming of a white Christmas, just like the ones I used to know..." Another difference here is that the atmosphere during this time of the year is very different as well…there isn’t Christmas music playing on the radio or in the stores here, there aren’t Christmas lights lining the streets, there's no such thing as “Holiday Sales,” and no Angel Tree stockings or Samaritan's Purse shoe boxes. These are some of the things that make up our Christmas season back in the States.

I confess, I do feel a little loss – not being able to drive through the snow-ladened streets, sipping hot chocolate, listening to my daughter sing along to “O Holy Night” on the radio as we look at Christmas lights adorned on our neighbor’s houses. Those moments are precious to me. Hearing of my friends going to the Chris Tomlin Glory in the Highest Christmas concert makes me miss home as those opportunities are not available here. Being able to attend Christmas shows and performances with friends and family. Not receiving Christmas cards from friends and family. Not being able to spend Christmas day with my mom – those things I will (and do) miss.

But, despite all those things not being present, I still have joy. Having those things taken away brings a bit of sadness, but it also brings freedom. We are free to worship Christ the way we want to, not the way our culture influences us to. We get to be simple and creative in celebrating the birth of Jesus. We don't have pressure to buy gifts for everyone, we will give as the Holy Spirit leads. We also have the incredible blessing of displaying our joy, love, hope and adoration of Christ to a people who have yet to know the One who came to bring peace. We are very much looking forward to celebrating Jesus' birthday. One of the blessings of having all those wonderful gifts (that we received in the past during this time of year) removed is that we aren't looking forward to lots of Christmas parties, concerts, sales, Christmas light displays, etc.. We are truly and eagerly anticipating celebrating Jesus' birthday - worshipping Him and rejoicing in the life that He has brought through His coming to us is the joy and excitement of our hearts this year! So, because of that, I'm thankful to be stripped bare so that I am freed up to worship and adore my Savior, "the Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Eternal Father, and Prince of Peace" without hindrance or distraction. He is the joy of my heart, and I'm looking forward to simply being with Him on His birthday.

May the wonder of the Gift in that manger fall afresh on your heart again this season.

"But the angel said to them, 'Do not be afraid; for behold, I bring you good news of great joy which will be for all the people; for today in the city of David there has been born for you a Savior, who is Christ the Lord." Luke 2:10-11

Our little Christmas Tree

2010-11-30T12:16:00.004+07:00

We were able to find a little Christmas tree here in Salatiga, so we have the blessing of having one this year! YAY! It's about as tall as Catelyn, but the girls LOVE it! The only lights they had were ones that play Christmas music and the lights twinkle to each song (we have conveniently forgotten to mention that bit of info to our kids so that the volume remains on zero!). But here are a few pics of our cute little Christmas tree!

Fall Party Pics

2010-11-30T11:11:00.005+07:00

We had a Fall party at our house for the MAF families here in Salatiga a month ago. I'm finally now getting around to posting pics of it! We all had a great time - the kids loved it.

Family Vacation

2010-11-22T16:26:00.003+07:00

We finally took a vacation. It's been 7 years since we've taken a vacation (well, at least more than a long-weekend trip). So, we felt it was time. So, a few weeks ago we spent time relaxing in Bali. That's right, Bali is in Indonesia. Only a short 1-hr flight from our home in Salatiga. So...off to Bali we went.
We spent pretty much the entire time laying by the pool and/or the beach. But, Corey did do some para-sailing! Here are some pics from our trip.

Current Events

2010-11-06T16:06:00.007+07:00

In case you haven't been watching the news, Mt. Merapi (15 miles from us) has been erupting for the past week. Over 120 people have died, and more than 70,000 people have been displaced due to the eruptions. This is all occurring in our backyard.

As I type, it is raining ash in our town, so we have a layer of ash on our house (and on us when we go outside). Though, the air is unhealthy right now, we are fortunate to still have our home, and life is still functioning the same as usual. The only difference is that most people are wearing masks when they go outside. But that is here...15 miles (as the crow flies) from the crater of Mt. Merapi.

If we drive along the perimeter of the "danger zone" of the volcano (currently set at a 12 mile radius from the crater), we will find broken, grieving, hurting people. People who have lost loved ones, homes, cattle, and their livelihood. We will find tens of thousands of people covered in gray who have fled from lava, ash, and gases to find shelter in overcrowded temporary camps. And this...only minutes from us.

Our team here in Salatiga is currently seeking ways in which we can help...offering hospitality, giving of food and supplies, encouraging the weak, hurting, and confused. We are looking to partner with nationals and the church here to offer relief and love to these people. Please pray that God would open up for us a door to be His comforting and compassionate hands (in any capacity) to these people in need.

"Gracious is the LORD, and righteous; Yes, our God is compassionate." Psalm 116:5. May this verse be the voice that is heard through our actions.

Cultural Adaptations - Neighbors

2010-11-01T17:42:00.007+07:00

This is a picture of a woman who came and sat down at our gate calling out for us to help her.

We are without lack of opportunities to help people here. There is always someone in need; always someone at our door asking for money for food, for doctor bills, for help with school bills, etc..

In America, communities and neighborhoods are divided up into classes. The rich live next to the rich; the middle-class live next to the middle-class; and the poor live next to the poor. Very seldom do these classes intermix within communities or housing tracts. So, if one did not live in a poor neighborhood, they very easily could rarely (if ever) come in close contact with a poor person. Usually, we have to intentionally go to "that area."

But living in Indonesia (at least here in Salatiga), this is not the case. The rich live NEXT DOOR to the poor. A home with 7-bedrooms, two cars, two motorcycles, washer & dryer, refrigerator, stove & oven, etc. will be situated right next to a home made out of thin-bamboo, a dirt floor, a campfire to cook food, and no bathroom - let alone any sort of transportation. This scene: the rich with the poor; is typical here.

Living in America, I was not confronted (daily) with poverty and those truly in need. So, the part of the verse in Mark 14, "For you will always have the poor with you, and whenever you wish you can do good to them..." (vs. 7) never really made a lot of sense to me. I didn't have the poor with me, I couldn't do good to them whenever I wished because they were far from me. But now, I see this verse...this verse is being lived out before my very eyes. The poor are here, living next to me, hurting next to me, sobbing next to me. Living among the poor will either do two things (I've seen them both already)...harden your heart or break it over and over and over again until it beautifully reflects the compassionate and merciful heart of Christ. I pray that the latter would be true of us.

"The rich and the poor have a common bond, the LORD is the maker of them all." Proverbs 22:2

Cultural Adaptations - Lawn Mower

2010-10-24T18:23:00.005+07:00

Here in Indonesia, we don't have a Craftsman or John Deere to mow our lawn. But we still have a lawn mower....his name is Pak Yono. This is him after "mowing" our neighbors lawn and carrying the grass back to his house (about a 1/2 mile away) to feed his cows. Check out the sickle in his hand. It is very common for people to carry these around with them so that they can cut something down if they see something they want.

Eat your heart out John Deere!

Yo, just bust a move!

2010-10-24T15:35:00.004+07:00

Catelyn attends Kindergarten at a mostly-Indonesian school. She is 1 of 6 foreigners that attend there. Of her class of 22 Kindergartners, she was selected to be one of the 5 to represent their school in an all-city dance competition. She was so excited to be a part of it. Here are some pics of our little sweetie bustin' a move and respresenting her school!

What is in a day?

2010-10-03T13:49:00.002+07:00

Many of you have asked what a typical day looks like for us, so here's an example of our life learning language in Salatiga.

4:00am - Awaken briefly to the Call to Prayer (lasts about 30 minutes)
5:15am - Corey wakes up reads, gets ready
6:30am - Corey wakes Catelyn up for school
7:00am - Megan & Ella wake up & get ready
7:15am - Corey takes Catelyn to school
7:45am - Corey returns home (has received probably 2-4 text messages from different people requesting different things)
8:00am - Megan begins daily laundry (to be taken over by our househelper when she arrives); Corey begins returning/executing text messages
9:00am - Both begin to work on homework assignment
9:10am - Typical visit from neighbor
9:30am - House helper arrives - we talk with her for a little bit
9:45am - Resume homework assignment
10:00am - Ella is begging for attention, take a break from homework assignment for a bit
10:05am - Realize we don't have an ingredient that our house helper needs - Corey jumps on the motorcycle to head down into the city to get the ingredient
10:40am - Corey returns from store (has received another 2-4 texts); resumes homework assignment
10:50am - Corey leaves to pick up Catelyn from school.
11:00am - Megan completes homework assignment (hopefully)
11:30am - Corey and Catelyn return; Corey resumes homework assignment until complete (hopefully)
11:45am - Lunch time
12:20pm - Clean up; get ready to leave for school
12:45pm - Corey & Megan leave for school
1:00pm - Kids naptime (while house helper is at the house)
3:15pm - Corey & Megan return from school; chats with house helper for a bit
3:30pm - Kids wake up; House helper's husband picks her up - we talk for a while
4:00pm - Visit with our neighbors, or Corey runs errands, or play with kids
4:30pm - Megan begins cooking
5:30pm - Dinnertime
6:15pm - Clean up, do dishes, bathe kids, get stuff ready for school the next day (receives about 2-4 more texts)
7:15pm - Family Bible time
7:45pm - Kids go to bed
8:00pm - Corey & Megan begin homework assignment again, read, watch a movie, skype, email, etc.
10:00/11:00pm - Corey & Megan pass out. :)

**Sporadically insert a few more text messages and a few more visits from neighbors or coworkers throughout the day and it sounds just about right. ;)

Cultural Adaptations - Mold Reduction

2010-09-23T21:14:00.006+07:00

I apologize for the few weeks that have passed since our last cultural adaptation post. We'll call our 3-week hiatus our "sick leave." We are all healthy again, or almost there. :)

Well, while I am sitting at my computer screen trying to decide what cultural adaptation to share with you this week, it is raining outside...did I say raining?...I meant pouring. It still amazes me how much water can fall from the sky at one time. Within minutes our "street" is no longer a street, but is a small river about 4 inches deep. Easily, if someone wanted to, they could take a shower in the rain here. I'm not complaining, in fact, I actually love the rain...I always have. Yes, it's cloudy and overcast when it rains but it is refreshing, the air is cooler, and it makes everything greener. The rain has always reminded me of God. Yes, during the rain it is dark, ugly, and messy (our trials), but once the rain has stopped, and the sun shines once again, the air is cleaner, the sky is an incredible shade of blue, the grass is vibrant green, all the dirt has been washed away, and all is clean and fresh (God's grace, the hope in the midst of trials, and His promise to make all things new again). I love the rain, because I love the One it reminds me of.

Ok, back to my point...it is pouring outside. Living in the tropics definitely has its advantages: warmer climate and the beautiful scenery, but the tropics also have tropical weather...lots of rain. Lots of rain brings humidity, humidity brings moisture, moisture brings mold. Mold is an issue in the tropics. If you have air-conditioning, then it's not a problem. But, for those of us who do not, mold is a problem. It grows everywhere and on everything...its on our kids stuffed animals (they constantly smell musty), its on their toys, its on our furniture, its on our food canisters, and its also on our clothes in our lemaris. So, to help reduce (notice I say reduce, not prevent) mold from growing on our clothes, we place a heat lamp and fan in our lemari. This is appreciated by all, as you don't want to be known as the one who constantly smells like mold. :) So, for you Ohioans who are not big snowy-weather fans, rejoice in the fact that the cold, dry air is your friend as it keeps the yucky mold away!

I've decided to change the lyrics to the popular children's song about rain:
"Mold, Mold, go away, you're really gross, please leave today!"

Picture of some mold growing in our cabinet

Our heat lamp and fan in our lemari.

Onward we go!

2010-09-08T16:16:00.003+07:00

Today we had our evaluation for Unit 5. We both passed - YAY! So we were handed our book for our next unit!

So, what is involved in an evaluation at our school? Glad you asked...

During an evaluation, each student will sit across the table from two instructors who take copious notes throughout the evaluation. The evaluation begins with the student opening in prayer - in Indonesian, of course! Then the questions begin to fly; from the student's thoughts and feelings about how they did during class, to relationships with neighbors and friends, to common cultural mistakes that they continue to make, etc.. Then the instructors will often test the student on the grammar that was taught that month. And sometimes the instructors will have the student read a story to listen to pronunciation and to check reading skills. Once the questioning is completed, the evaluation is over. They will then give the student his/her strengths and weaknesses that they observed from the evaluation - hopefully the student understands what is being said, if not, they will have to wait for a couple weeks to receive the written results of their evaluation. And then the best part...a week off from studying! Ahhhh!

Selamat beristirahat! (translated: Happy resting!)

My Big Brother is Getting Married!

2010-09-04T13:36:00.004+07:00

Today, my brother, Lance, is getting married! YAY! I am sad that I will be missing this, as I would love to be there to watch my brother get married. But I am certainly rejoicing with Him from afar (I want pictures - and Catelyn wants to see her Aunt Lisette in her "princess dress"!)! Blessings to you both, Lance & Lisette, may this day (and the many years to follow) be filled with indescribable joy! Enjoy your time away together on your honeymoon!!! :)

Congratulations Mr. & Mrs. Smith! :)

The "Loaner"

2010-09-02T19:53:00.003+07:00

So, we thought "the loaner" cars in America were pretty bad. But I think the one Corey got handed to use for the day while his motorcycle's tire got replaced may get the award for The Most Embarrassing, Emasculating, and What-Was-The-Owner-Thinking-When-They-Bought-This loaner bike! I'm a girl, and I admit that I was even embarrassed to be riding on the BARBIE bike! Corey said that he wouldn't have minded driving the Barbie Corvette if they had given him that!

My Turn!

2010-09-02T19:44:00.004+07:00

Catelyn loves her sister, Ella, so much that she likes to share everything with her...including her illnesses. While Catelyn is starting to do better, it's now Ella's turn to be sick. So, now we'd love for you to pray for Ella to get better quickly. She's a funny sick girl, she goes from one extreme to another throughout the day - absolute silliness to I'm-gonna-scream-about-everything-for-the-next-twenty-minutes. That's our funny and adorable little Ella. :)

Cultural Adaptations - Vacuum Indo-style

2010-08-29T18:19:00.004+07:00

A couple months ago we bought a rug for our living room to help make it feel a little more like home, and to have a softer place to sit and play on our all-tile floor. So, once we bought the carpet we decided to purchase a small "dust-buster"-type vacuum to clean it when it gets dirty. However, quickly I learned that the quality of vacuums here aren't the greatest...at least not the one I purchased. It would take me about 30 minutes to do a half-decent job on my 6'x8' rug. I used to like vacuuming because of the instant gratification that came from a once dirty room being transformed into a wonderfully fresh vacuum-lined room! But there was no "instant" with this vacuum. But I did this for a couple months. All the while, my pembantu (house-helper) must have been laughing at me on the inside the entire time. Because one day last week, while I was attempting to vacuum the carpet again (while Corey and the girls were watching), she suggested I try a new way...the way Indonesians "vacuum" rugs.

This is what she handed me:

I confess, both Corey and I were more than a bit skeptical as to how this could possibly do a better job than a vacuum! But, Corey graciously took it and began sweeping with it (in the way we would hold a broom). She smiled at him and said the way he was doing it would take a lot longer, so she asked is she could show us how she does it. She held it at a 45 degree angle on the carpet and began sweeping. Within two minutes the entire carpet was clean, she then proceeded to use a normal broom to sweep up around the carpet and...ta-da...it was clean! So much for western technology! I spent about $20 for a small vacuum that didn't work how I had hoped, and then my pembantu handed me a little broom that cost about 50 cents that did an amazing job. I think there's plenty more for me to learn here. :)

Can you pray for me?

2010-08-29T16:43:00.004+07:00

Catelyn is asking for prayer for her to feel better soon. Yesterday evening her tummy started to hurt, so she didn't want to eat much dinner...and it was pizza! So that was our first clue that she wasn't feeling too well. Then she woke in the middle of the night throwing up. So she got to sleep with Mommy. :) This morning her tummy is feeling better, but now she has a fever of 102. So, she's asking for you to pray for her to get better soon. Thanks!

She's still a cutie-pie when she's sick! :)

Cultural Adaptations - Restrooms

2010-08-20T22:44:00.012+07:00

Here is the adaptation that you have all been waiting for. A friend of mine, who I'm going to school with here, made a must-see video for all that want to have an idea of what the bathroom experience is like here. Please take the time to watch this and then take some time to pray for us. You'll understand.

Click here to see the video!

My 17-Month-Old Diva

2010-08-16T19:48:00.002+07:00

So, this is how my daughter came out of her playroom today...with a red tutu and sunglasses! Had to snap a pic of her first fashion attempt! Too cute!

Cultural Adaptations - Warung

2010-08-12T08:04:00.002+07:00

This has become so normal to us now...a warung. A warung is a small store or restaurant that is attached to the owners home. This is their business. You will notice the curtained doorway in the back of the picture...that's the door to their home. We have at least a dozen of these in our immediate neighborhood. The one in this picture is a nice and clean one and is big compared to many others. The owners (and family members) simply sit and wait for someone to come to their warung. They live life as usual - doing their laundry, cooking their meals, watching their children, all while running this business. This would be considered our "fast food" or "quick-stop" shopping. Happy Warunging!

Cultural Adaptations

2010-08-01T20:17:00.006+07:00

At the gas station, things are more "old school." And they are all about customer service here:

1. There is an attendant who pumps the gas for you (no extra charge). There is a special line for motorcycles (sepeda motor). No need to get off your bike, just sit there and relax for the 1 minute that it takes to fill your tank.

2. If you notice on the sign, there is a prayer room (for the daily prayer times), toilets, and I'm not so sure what the symbol of a man running to a sink means, but I'm sure it's got "customer service" written all over it!

3. Open 24 hours

4. The best thing of all: The price. For the best gasoline it is 6,750 rupiah/liter (the exchange rate is approximately $1 to 9,000 rupiah). Our motorcycle has a 10 liter tank...you do the math! :)

Happy motoring, everyone!

Cultural Adaptations

2010-07-27T20:53:00.005+07:00

As you all know, we live in the most populated nation of Muslims. So, Islamic influence is around every corner...literally. There is a mosque (aka masjid) on almost every street, even small neighborhood streets.

We hear the call to prayer five times each day, starting at 4:00am. During these times, many Muslims stop working/socializing/whatever to pray. In fact, in many malls, larger businesses, and resorts, there are specific rooms built and designated for these prayer times.

For Muslims, during prayer, it is very important to be facing toward Mecca (the holy city in Islam). It is so important, that even in hotel rooms there are arrows pointing which direction to pray. Below are pictures from the hotel room that we stayed in a few weeks ago.

(Kiblat = Mecca)

And instead of finding a Gideon's Bible in the bedside table, we found the Quran. Just more confirmation that we're not in Kansas anymore!

Cultural Adaptations - Part 1

2010-07-20T07:59:00.012+07:00

In Indonesia, life is a bit different from America. Yes, we know that is obvious but we thought we would begin a series on some of the things we have and are adapting to here. Hence the name "Cultural Adaptation." So for our first blog on this we chose to share with you about one of the simplest things you do when you go to the store. You buy milk. Just FYI, milk doesn't come out of the cow in those fancy jugs. It has to go through a process. We'll show you ours.

First: Milk comes in the fancy delivery vehicle.

2nd: We receive the milk in these really nice containers which is more like buying goldfish than buying milk. These get delivered three times a week.

3rd: We boil it so all the things that will make you sick can rise to the top.

4th: Then we scrape all the gunk off the top which can be used in cooking for some households.

5th: We package it in this very fancy container.

So as you can see, buying milk is a little different. Keep in mind that this process is done three times a week. Oh, and I almost forgot one important detail too. Ella is always fascinated. :)

Little Ella

2010-07-16T07:26:00.005+07:00

While Catelyn is off being a big girl in Kindergarten, our little Ella is growing quickly too. She is excited to have all the attention while her sister is at school. Here are some recent pics of our littlest one.

It's that time already...

2010-07-12T08:03:00.003+07:00

Today is Catelyn's first day of Kindergarten. She woke up excited and ready to start school. She has her traditional batik school uniform on, her backpack in hand and her Disney Princess water bottle ready for when needed.

I love you, Catelyn! Enjoy your first day of school!

WOW...I know I'm going to sound like every other mother in the world, and it is so cliche, but..."Where did the time go? I can't believe she is starting school already!"

A Stroll Home

2010-06-05T10:31:00.003+07:00

This is what it looks like to drive through our village from the store.

There is Always a Way to Make Money

2010-06-05T10:27:00.004+07:00

This is a clip of a couple guys that come to our house on a fairly regular basis. They just go from house to house and play music and will not stop until somebody gives them money. Thankfully, these guys are actually pretty good. Often times they are not.

Seven years...and lovin' it!

2010-04-29T14:30:00.003+07:00

We celebrated our 7th anniversary this past weekend. It was nice to get away for the day - just the two of us. We got massages, had a nice leisurely lunch, read by the pool, played chess, and just relaxed. It was a wonderful day. :)

Catelyn's ballet class

2010-04-29T14:09:00.003+07:00

Here are a few pics from Catelyn's first ballet class. :)

Catelyn was all sweaty afterwards, but she really enjoyed it. The class is held in the "living room" at the preschool that she attends. She got a hand-me-down leotard, so as you can see, it's quite loose on her, but she doesn't care! She's our little ballerina. :)

Our town

2010-04-23T18:51:00.006+07:00

Here are some pics that we took around town recently...

Here is a beggar in the city.

This is how we roll with kids.

This is the Police Station...notice the name on the building!

A guy relaxing until he gets a customer (one method of transportation).

Wanna buy some fruit?

One way people carry things.

More produce for sale.

Our milk delivery man.

These are pics of guys building a house.

Today was a good day.

2010-04-10T15:59:00.003+07:00

This past weekend, Easter Sunday, Catelyn decided to take communion with us. A few months ago, she recognized, acknowledged, and joyfully confessed that she wants to live her life loving and pleasing God, so her taking communion was an exciting step for us to see her take in her walk with God. During the service I had quickly explained to her (again, as I have in the past) what communion was and why we take it, then I asked her if she wanted to. She quickly said yes. I was a bit hesitant, as I suspected that she may just want to do it for "fun" or because she was wanting a snack, but she insisted that it wasn't the case. So...our little girl took communion with us. :) God didn't have to do this, but He chose to reassure my thoughts, because later, after her nap, she came straight to me and said, "Mommy, I just woke up and was thinking about when we ate the cracker and drinked the juice because Jesus had bleeds and his body was really, really, REALLY hurt for everyone's sins." YES...she understood! So, later Easter night, as we were spending time teaching her God's Word and reflecting on the day, I asked her, "Jesus told the people who loved Him and believed in Him to take communion to remember Him. Do you want to know what else He told the people who love Him and believe in Him to do?" With eager eyes..."YES!" So, we proceeded to talk to her about baptism (we've talked about this before - whenever she hears of someone getting baptized or sees one). We explained what it is and why we do it. Then we told her that Mommy and Daddy would NEVER make her do it, but that it was a decision that she had to make between her and God - we wanted her to make that choice on her own. So, I simply asked her, "If Jesus told those who love Him and believe in Him to get baptized, what does that mean for you, sweetie?" Her response (with a smile) was incredible..."Well I love and believe in God, so I guess that means I have to get baptized!" Our hearts rejoiced in her excitement. Then she added, "I'm a little scared though, can we practice?" So, we pretended to get baptized. :) We decided to wait a week to make sure this decision wasn't hasty, or influenced by us, so we told her, if she still wants to get baptized we would do it the next weekend. So...

Today was a good day.

Little Easter fun

2010-04-03T23:01:00.003+07:00

As we approach Easter, we have spent the last few weeks talking with Catelyn (and Ella) about the death and resurrection of Christ. It was been amazing to see her excited about and understanding what all Christ did, and why! Last night, for Good Friday, we followed the service outline that our home church in Ohio was doing at their Good Friday services. As we read through each passage, we acted out the scenes with Catelyn...she really was into it and seemed to grasp what was going on. Being able to witness her heart really being softened and adoring her God is priceless. We're thankful, and we're looking forward to worshiping our Savior with her tomorrow on Easter.

Today, we also had a little fun coloring some eggs for the girls to find tomorrow. We have brown eggs here, so the colors turned out more muted, rather than bright...I kind of like it. ;) Here are some pics.

Some Ella

2010-03-21T20:53:00.003+07:00

The title says it all...

The family mobile!

2010-03-21T20:38:00.002+07:00

Here's the Kirkwood station wagon! We have yet to go out with all four of us on it, but its coming soon (and yes...a pic will be coming soon too).

It's a 2008 Honda Tiger.

Our home

2010-03-20T12:35:00.005+07:00

Many of you have asked, so here are some pictures of our new home here in Salatiga.

This is the name of our neighborhood area (that is the best way to describe it). Our home does not have a house number...it's just there. Before mail can be delivered to our house the people need to know us to know where to deliver it. Pretty funny.

This is our street (as you can tell "street" wouldn't really be the word).

The front of our house.

There's no bathtubs in Indonesia, so this is how we bathe our kiddos.

Our master bathroom.

These two are our master bedroom.

The storage room/House helper's work room.

These two are the girls' play room.

These two are the girls' bedroom.

The front room (where we entertain Indonesian guest - In Indo, this is usually how far Indonesians go into homes.)

These two are our living room.

And this is how we dry our clothes. :)

A Mountain out of an ANT hill...and more things Salatiga

2010-03-19T20:49:00.005+07:00

This morning I noticed a very small pile of dirt in our bathroom. When I got home from school today I found this...the beginnings of an ant hill...those little bugs were quite busy today. Don't worry...Corey has since "taken care of it."

For us white folks, this was a fun one. Please notice the direction in which the bananas actually grow (no, this picture is not upside down!), and how it differs from the way that we see them in our grocery stores! This banana tree is in our yard. YUM!
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These were just some of the chickens that decide to walk with us when we go walking in our neighborhood.

Here are some students who saw us walking and RAN to get their picture taken with us.

This is one of our neighbor's home.

These pictures are of our neighbor climbing his tree to cut down some "stinky fruit."

And here is one of our frequent visitors...I think they're adorable!

The girl's birthday parties

2010-03-14T09:40:00.007+07:00

Catelyn and Ella are lucky girls...they got TWO birthday parties for their birthdays! One in Ohio and one here in Indonesia! Catelyn turned 4 and Ella turned 1! Here are some pics of those parties:

In Indonesia:

In Ohio at The Little Gym:

Sorry about the order being backwards! I don't know how to arrange them.

Rain or shine

2010-03-12T16:32:00.003+07:00

When it rains, it POURS! And during the rainy season (which it is) is rains often...daily. So, when you gotta go somewhere, you go regardless. In the previous post I had mentioned that cars are available, but not commonly used (too expensive for Indonesians), so motorcycles are how you get around...rain or shine. Last night, I went over to another family's home for a woman's bible study. Just as we were finishing up we heard the rain starting. By the time my friend and I got geared up to hop on the motorcycle it was a downpour. So...there we were, two white girls riding after dark on a motorcycle in the rain. We were laughing the whole way home. Here's a pic of me all ready for the wet ride. I really should have taken a picture of AFTER the ride...the poncho didn't help much.

Things are a bit different here...

2010-03-12T15:58:00.001+07:00

So, here are some of the things that are different or “new” to us here in Salatiga.
Enjoy…

Showering: Hot water intermittently works during each shower. It takes about 3-5 minutes for the hot water to kick in. Then it remains for about 5 minutes, then goes cold for another 5 minutes, then hot again. Good thing it is hot outside so it is warmer out of the shower than in it. 

Bugs: Cute little geckos are our most frequent guests. I will take those before spiders ANY day! Ants win the battle in our house – they are everywhere. But, I’ve seen the most beautiful butterflies here as well – love it!

Weather: It is hot and humid here ALL the time…even at night. It can be clear blue skies, and then within minutes it gets dark and POURS rain and the lightning is incredible!

Driving: Motorcycles are the main mode of transportation here. Cars are available, but less used. Angkota (like a small bus) is the public transportation which costs 20 cents each way. Driving is on the LEFT side of the road...very strange. Lanes are merely suggestions or perhaps just decoration.

Grocery shopping: We need to go to several different stores to get our food. Our house helper also shops for items that she can get cheaper. Also, lots of food is hand delivered. For example, we have fresh bread delivered every Tuesday – 2 loaves of bread and 10 bagels for $3.20.

Service: When we’re told something will get done on Monday, we are still waiting for them to arrive to do it on Friday. 

Water: We don’t drink the water here – Indonesians don’t even drink the water. We have water delivered when needed. We use the fresh water to drink and brush our teeth.

Phones: We have cell phones (called HP here – pronounced “ha-pay”). It is pay-as-you-go. Texting is the most common form of communication here as it is very cheap (less than 1 cent per text). We bought $5 worth of “pulsa” (minutes) and that typically lasts about 3 months!

House: We have windows in our ceilings in each room. I’m guessing it is for when the power goes out that we would still have light from the sun. That’s my guess anyway. Our washing machine is outside and our clothes are hung out to dry (and pulled inside quickly when the rain comes)!

People: Everyone wants to talk and they hang out on their porch or the side of the road. Time is not important here – relationships are. The most important person to you is the person you’re with at that moment (so you don’t hurry to get to another place) – we like this.  The Indonesians seem to want to help us learn the language, they are very friendly and are incredibly patient with us.

So, that’s a small glimpse into the changes that we’re experiencing here. It’s fun, and we’re thankful.

Mari! (Bye!)

25…1.50…9…45

2010-03-12T15:36:00.001+07:00

No, these aren’t a new sequence of numbers for the show LOST. They aren’t lottery numbers either. These figures represent the wage that a house helper in Salatiga, Indonesia earns.

25 cents an hour

$1.50 per day

$9 per week

$45 per month

Living here has given us a stunning perspective on life. Wealth vs. poverty. Luxury vs. necessity. Ignorance vs. reality. To think that a small drink at a coffee shop in America would equate to two days wages for our dear house helper…I don’t even have words. To realize that the bottle of syrup that we just bought to lavish on our pancakes for breakfast this morning is worth 4 days pay for her…that hurts.

How to reconcile these things in our minds and our hearts is still yet to be completed. But an excellent start is allowing the truth and purity of God’s Word to penetrate our hearts and lead us on... “Instruct those who are rich in this present world not to be conceited or to fix their hope of the uncertainty of riches, but on God, who richly supplies us with all things to enjoy. Instruct them to do good, to be rich in good works, to be generous and ready to share, storing up for themselves treasure of a good foundation for the future, so that they may take hold of that which is life indeed.” 1 Timothy 6:17-19.

A touch of America with an Indonesian twist

2010-03-04T13:53:00.002+07:00

It's fun to be in Jakarta as it's a nice start to the transition into the culture. Some people speak English and lots of signs are in both Indonesian and English. So, it has been nice to be able to look at words on signs in both languages to be able to start understanding them. So, we don't feel TOO lost.

Something else that is fun is that they have a lot of restaurants that we had in the States such as Chili's, Outback Steakhouse, and others. They even have fast food that we're used to: McDonald's, Wendy's, A & W, and Burger King. But a small difference is that these fast food places DELIVER! We thought that was pretty funny. The signs have phone numbers on them for delivery. We haven't tried that out yet, nor have we gone to any of them, but we wish we would have brought our camera along to take pictures of the signs! We did, however, enjoy a meal at Chili's today...classic nachos...YUM! A small taste of home before we head into Salatiga tomorrow!

Swingin' in the rain

2010-03-03T14:38:00.003+07:00

While here in Jakarta we are staying in an apartment complex that has a kid's play area. We had told Catelyn that we would take her to play there after her nap. However, she ended up sleeping REALLY late (jet lag) and it was dark outside by the time she woke up. But, keeping our word, we took her anyway (it stays warm even at night...a wonderful 79 degrees). When we opened the door to go outside it was raining...it started out light but then got heavier. Corey and I looked at each other and shrugged as if to say "What do you think?" We looked down at Catelyn finding her sad beautiful eyes looking back at us with the I'm-no-gonna-get-to-play look. We smiled and asked, "Wanna play in the rain?" What kid wouldn't?! "YES," was the reply. So, there we were - me, Corey, Catelyn and Ella swinging in the rain. Laughing and having a great time. We were wet, but warm. Good time with the family.

A trip to the other side of the world

2010-03-02T16:10:00.006+07:00

So, many of you have asked how our trip went, so here's the details (with our added commentary, of course!).

WARNING: This post is long! And it is still a condensed version! :)

We started off heading to the Columbus airport at 12:30 EST (it was cool 24 degrees). Our flight was scheduled for 3pm. Thankfully we had two friends, Tom Huling and Jason Rostedt helping drive us to the airport since we had 4 duffel bags, 4 large rubbermaid bins, and 8 carry-ons to manuever. We got to the airport around 1pm and after much pushing we got our bags weighed in (yes all were with 1/2lb of the weight limit - we're good!) and checked.

Then we headed to security screening (with our 8 carry-ons). Catelyn gave up carrying hers after about 10 feet, which meant Corey and I were carrying all 8 (me with 3 and him with 5!). We really should have taken a picture of that throughout our trip! We grabbed some food (Johnny Rockets!) and headed to the gate with only 30 minutes until we were scheduled to leave. However, right when we were to board we were told that we were delayed 30 minutes. Once we finally boarded the plane we still were delayed for another 20 minutes. This meant that once we landed in Cincinnati we had only 10 minutes to switch planes before our next flight to Los Angeles. We were a bit nervous.

We arrived in Cincinnati at 4:45pm for our 4:55pm flight to LAX. We hurried to unload all our stuff grab our kids, wait for our stroller to arrive at the gate, and RUN to the other end of the airport. Thanks be to God, because one of the car guys who drive around the airport stopped and asked if we're headed to LAX. We said yes. He told us to jump on the car and he'd drive us there because they are waiting for us! What a sweet gift from God. What a ridiculous scene that must have been to watch us carrying all this stuff and with our two kids in tow!

Ok, now we're on the 5-hour flight to Los Angeles. Ah. We had to check some of our carry-ons because there was not room for them in the cabin (since we were the very last people on the plane). We began to be embarrassed and regret bringing so many bags because it clearly was a nuisance to people (especially the flight attendants, but hey, we're allotted two carry-ons each). Mid way into our flight, Catelyn was complaining that the flight was taking too long, to which I replied, "Oh honey, this is nothing compared to the 14 hour one that's coming up after this." Well, a flight attendant overheard that and asked me if we're headed to Australia. "No, we're going to Indonesia." I replied. "Why's that? Vacation?" She asked. "No, we're moving there." I said. "REALLY?! So, that's why you have so much junk...we were talking about you guys. Why are you moving to Indonesia?" And there began conversation #1 of our trip.

Now at Los Angeles for our 4-1/2hr layover, we first headed to baggage claim to retrieve the carry-on bags that we had to check. Then we headed over to our terminal...we were flying China Airlines which is in the International terminal at LAX...so outside we walked to get there (a nice 60 degrees!) We stood in line for quite some time with lots of Asian people who didn't speak English. However, we did manage to find some people to talk with...a woman from Vietnam asked me where we were going and I got to share...conversation #2. Now, back through security screening. Ugh. But made it through once again. We headed to our gate and waited for our flight. The girls took a nap on the floor at LAX before the flight. Once we began boarding they pulled us aside (how they knew who we were is still a mystery to me) and informed us that one of our luggage pieces was damaged and has a large hole in the bottom of it - no other details. Um...ok. Hopefully we still have stuff in it, but if not...um...ok. We get settled in once again with our caravan of stuff (which clearly annoyed the flight attendants once again). But we made ourselves comfortable and got ready for our 14hr leg. Some time into the flight, one of the flight attendants asked where we were headed. Moving to Indonesia was my reply again. To that she said, "Oh, that's why you have so many bags. Why are you moving there?" Enter conversation #3! Then the lady who sat in front of me turned around to play with Catelyn and began talking to me and asked where we're going (conversation #4)! To keep this shorter than it could be: we made it to our next stop...Taipei. (By the way, the service on this flight FAR exceeded the service on any domestic flights we've been on in a long time...the customer service was wonderful.)

In Taipei, we first headed for the restrooms to freshen up (brush our teeth, wash our faces, etc). Just being in the airport was a clear indication that we weren't in the States anymore. The bathrooms were different (option of a western toilet or a squatty potty). No one spoke English (except a few words from some). We managed to find our way to the right terminal for our next flight. While we waited for our flight there were a group of young 20-something girls who fell in love with Catelyn. All of them were trying to take pictures of her with their phones, tickling her, and playing with her. She was quite the popular one.

We loaded the plane (having to check more of our stuff again - they were annoyed, we were embarrassed). We sat down for our last leg...5 hours to Jakarta, Indonesia. By this time Ella and Catelyn were EXHAUSTED, (us too!) as they hardly slept on the last flight. Catelyn was happy though being able to watch Tinker Bell on the plane (they had TV screens in the backs of the seats). Once again...a flight attendant asked what we were doing in Jakarta...my last conversation...#5.

We landed in Jakarta...finally (a balmy 93 degrees)! It again, was much different than we're used to. People dressed much differently, the smells were different. We were out of place and we knew it. Again, the bathroom was MUCH different than we're used to (even from Taipei!). We headed to immigration and was immediately offered to move ahead of the line (for a small donation of course!). We realized quickly that we didn't need to be in that line anyway. So, we proceeded to the right area...all good...we made it through with no problem. Off to get our bags and assess the damage to our luggage. After we finally collected all our stuff...A LOT OF IT which loaded 3 push carts, we hired two guys to help us push it to meet our contact, Berna. Phew. We're done. We're here. We're exhausted. We're excited. We're grateful.

God is good. Looking back on this trip...it's funny how our embarrassment and the inconvenience
of all our carry-on bags was such a burden to us, but yet that is the very thing that God used to open most of my conversations with others. God is good and knows exactly what He is doing. All praise and glory goes to Him and Him alone.

And this is only MY side of the story. If you made it through this post...wow...thanks. ;)

Amazed, humbled, excited, encouraged...

2010-01-04T22:17:00.004+07:00

We can't even begin to express the depth our thanks to and adoration of God for how His Spirit has moved in the hearts of His people (the church). We know, by the hearing of His Word, that He has designed His church to function in such a way as to display His glory and majesty and love to the world, but we've seen this truth with our eyes recently (and intimately).

We see in the book of Acts (chapter 2) of how the believers took care of one another, met one another's needs, sacrificed for each other (even to the point of selling off their own possessions in order to meet the needs of others!) - and not out of obligation, but from sincere hearts. What a beautiful picture of the love of God manifested through the interaction of His people! Both sides of this interaction display beautifully the characteristics that the Lord loves to bless...humility and generosity. Humility on the side of the one in need (to humble themselves to share their need), and generosity on the side of the one capable to help (a heart joyfully willing to do whatever it takes to love the other as himself.). Both of these qualities are ones that the Lord elevates in Scripture: "God opposes the proud, but gives grace to the humble." James 4:6, and "The generous man will be prosperous, and he who waters will himself be watered." Proverbs 11:25 (among MANY others!).

Over the past year we have spoken in a lot of different places to a lot of different people of our plan to move to Indonesia for the sake of Christ and His reknown. Upon sharing, many had asked of any specific, tangible needs that we would be anticipating for our move (items to purchase, physical labor, etc). We shared that there will indeed be items that we would need to purchase before departing - we were then recommended numerous times to create a list so that people could meet that need. We were thankful and excited that people desired to help, however, we confess that there was also pride entwined in our emotions as well. The thought of laying our needs out for all to see was exposing and a bit embarrassing too...we could somehow manage to take care of it ourselves, we thought. However, after prayer, and confession before God, we decided to make the list and allow our supporters to know of our needs and allow God to do how He sees fit in providing for us. So...we chose to display the quality God desires...a humble heart. What happened next is the fulfillment of the promise of James 4:6, He gave "grace to the humble." He is faithful.

So, after we sent out our list, the response was incredible! It wasn't from just one or two people...but MANY! The expressed desire to help meet our needs were not mere empty words of comfort, but an eager and excited manifestation of Christ's generosity! Our list is nearly taken care of! We are SO amazed, humbled, excited, and encouraged! We knew (and know) that God would take care of all our needs, but to see the zealousness of His church to be so generous brings such joy - not so much because our needs are met, but because of the incredible display of His glory to those who are watching! There are many who are watching and are dumbfounded at the thought of people who are eager and overjoyed (almost as though it were a gift for themselves) to give! Thank you for being an example of God's love and generosity to a world who has yet to "see" it! We have together, already, partnered together to make His Name great! Praise God for how He is so creative in bringing about His purposes!

Many thanks to God and to those who have shared in this with us! To God be the glory!

A Lesson From A Child

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As always, the Lord has taught us an incredibly valuable lesson through our daughter Catelyn. Since we have been thinking on the lines of purging our items for our overseas move, Megan noticed Catelyn's piggie bank and thought it would be a good idea to see if Catelyn would like to spend the money that she has been saving ever since she discovered this little phenomenon. Essentially, this is her life savings. Beings the U.S. currency doesn't work in Indonesia, it seemed like a good opportunity to see what she would like to do with it. When asked how she would like to spend her $50, Catelyn quickly replied that she wanted to give it away to people who don't have anything. A remarkable reply!! Of course we were at that moment the most proud parents in the world. Her decision definitely caused Megan and I to ask ourselves, "has Catelyn ever used any money to buy something for herself?" To our surprise, the answer was no. When Catelyn comes across money, she has two options. One is to put it in her piggie bank which we explained is a way to save money to buy something she may want in the future. The other is to put it into an envelope that we made for her called the Matthew 25 account. We wrote on the envelope Matt 25:40 "Truly I say to you, to the extent that you did it to one of these brothers of Mine, even the least of them, you did it to Me." Once a certain amount of money is saved up in the envelope, we give her a list of options on how she can use it to help people. Typically she'll buy chickens for families who lack food, which provides them eggs to eat and sell for an income. Ever since we created this envelope, she has ceased to put any money in her piggie bank. Her desire is to use what she has to help kids who don't have food, water, homes or mommies or daddies. The lesson learned is this. Everytime, we see her respond in such generous and compassionate ways, we can't help but want to bless her. Often times, selfishness creeps in and our desire is to spend our resources on our own wants and desires and not that of our Father's. All the while, if we would just love our neighbor as ourselves, God would bless us. After all, Jesus did say that it is more blessed to give than to receive. Catelyn has no concern whatsoever about whether she will be taken care of by her parents. She knows she will. This confidence of hers excels her generosity, now to the point of giving away all the money that she was saving so she could buy something for herself. If her confidence in us spurs her on in this way, what then ought our confidence in the Creator of all things spur us on to do? Jesus said that if us as parents (who are evil sinners) know how to give good gifts, how much more then our heavenly Father? What an example our daughter is to us. Even though we are constantly teaching her we can't help but become her students at times. Oh to be like a child.