Showing posts with label thoughtful. Show all posts
Showing posts with label thoughtful. Show all posts

Monday, November 10, 2014

Why I don't fb anymore.

I have been accused of not spending enough time on a particular Social Media site anymore.

Honestly, the only reason it is still active is because I live on the other side of the world from where I grew up and lots of people use that as their sole means of communication.

I have had an account on this site for years... like 8 or so now.  And I don't like it.  I don't like how it has even made me change the way I think & present information to people.

"If I say this... how many people would like it?" or "How many people would comment?" In some strange ways it has brought my self esteem & worth to how many of the 900+ people I "know" would respond to a short, often shallow, attention seeking statement.

It's not worth it to me.

I want to be worth more than that.

I want to, for my husband & daughter's sake, be a better communicator than that.

I want her to have a mom who is present.  With her.  Not holding a screen while she begs for my attention, which still occasionally happens.

Please hear me type... this is not a jab at those who use this site or others like it.  This is personal.  This is about me.  This is coming from a position where I am regularly told, "Oh, didn't you see that on..." instead of people using old-school methods of communication.  Old-school like making a phone call or writing an email.  Whoa... ancient.

When I do occasionally visit this site I am quickly overwhelmed by how I am not good enough.  How I am not clever enough or take perfect enough pictures of my daughter doing-what-toddlers-do.  I know this is not how this site was designed to be used.  I know these are also some of my own insecurities and issues.  But I also know how the Enemy would love to steal my time & my joy, and how I make it easy for him to do when i am on this site.

But I also see how others who are much more famous than myself feel somewhat the same way I do when it comes to how I want to live my life and parent.  If you make it to this point in this long post you might enjoy this article.  I also found this article quite interesting as well.

Tuesday, September 23, 2014

It's been a while...

but I thought I would share an interesting blog I just read...  it really does sum up a lot of it!

The rewarding experiences one gains from living life overseas can sometimes be crowded out by the inevitable struggles that come with the full, expat-life package. But it’s through those struggles and challenges that you discover more about yourself and the world around you. You embrace lessons learned and broaden your horizons. If you’ve ever lived for an extended amount of time somewhere other than your home country, then you’ve probably experienced some if not all of these changes while living abroad.
1. You are constantly learning and unlearning language. I’m no expert on the brain, but I have a suspicious feeling that my brain regularly shuts the door on certain native-tongue-vocabulary words so that my search will lead me to the word I’m looking for in my newly acquired language. That’s all fine and dandy; that is, unless I was really hoping to find the word in my native language. It’s one thing to feel a little embarrassed when you don’t know the word for something in the language you’re still learning. It’s a whole new level of embarrassment when you’re talking to close friends and family members and can’t seem to find the English word to express what you’re trying to say. No, I’m not trying to be pretentious and passively brag about the fact that I’m confusing two languages, thereby pointing out that I know two languages. I’m legitimately having a humiliating moment right now and I’m desperately trying to find the word before I let the sentence, “I forgot the English word for it,” depart from my lips.
2. Life is regularly lived out of a suitcase. For some reason, I thought our suitcases would start collecting dust once we made the big move across the world. I even thought to myself, “Wow, what are we going to do with all these suitcases now that we’ve arrived to our final destination?” Now I know. We keep on using them. The suitcases are continually slid up and down the top of our bedroom armoire as we make visa trips, medical trips, business trips, and the occasional vacation sprinkled throughout each of the aforementioned trips. We know airline luggage allowance and how to get the most use out of luggage space like it’s our national anthem. If unloading your bags and pockets, walking through a metal detector (while also herding and maintaining control of your children) and then recollecting all your possessions on the other end were an olympic sport, we would likely take home the gold year after year.
3. This is your life, not a trip. It’s a clear distinction you’re able to make once you’ve packed your life into an allowed amount of suitcases, hopped onto a plane, and then started from scratch in land that’s full of newness to you. Last time I checked, I’ve never had to repair my own toilet or pay bills and rent on any of my trips. Nevertheless, you will still be asked “How was your trip,” when you return back to your home country for a visit every now and again. Your lip might get blistered from biting it so many times. Sometimes you might want to yell from the mountaintops, “I haven’t been on a trip!” Sometimes you might want to snap back with a question of your own, “I don’t know. How have the past 3 years of your life been?” But in reality, the person asking the question means no harm or offense. Instead you give a quick, honest, and polite answer, “So much has happened the past 3 years. We’ll have to sit down to a meal sometime so I can share some of the highlights!”
4. Conversions and exchange rates are always on the mind.  In the kitchen, I have my recipe set out and my conversion app opened up on my phone. When I’m grocery shopping and see vanilla extract, my joy is quickly followed with disappointment once I’ve calculated the exchange rate in my head. We change currencies so frequently, I’m always the dumbfounded customer at the check-out counter searching frantically for the numbers on the bills and coins because I haven’t had time to memorize “the look” of the money. Cue the kind cashier woman giving me a nod of reassurance when I pull up the appropriate bill.
5. The line between normal and strange has blurred a bit. Every culture has it’s clear distinctions on what is acceptable and what’s not. However, to the outsider coming in, who brings with them a set of different, but still clearly marked, cultural “dos and don’ts”, it can cause quite the clash of viewpoints. For 23 years of my life I believed that openly picking your nose in public was just plain wrong, but picking your teeth with a toothpick after a meal was acceptable. Would you believe that the exact opposite is true where we live now? I’m not saying I pick my nose in public now…but I’m also not prepared to deny it.
6. Time is measured differently. It becomes harder and harder to measure things by calendar measurements. You tend to gravitate towards unique mile markers that help you remember how long you’ve lived in one location or how many times you’ve moved or where all you’ve lived. Sometimes a visa situation causes you to make an unexpected move, temporary or permanent. Sometimes you live in one location for language school until you’ve passed all your tests and can move on to another destination. You are never sure how long you’ll be able to stay in one spot so you just throw calendar days out the window. Instead, you measure time with things that stick out to you most. I’ll never forget the words of a TCK whose family has moved more than a few times while living overseas: “We don’t measure our life in years, but in kitchens.” For her, it’s easier to remember how many kitchens she’s cooked in with her mom rather than how many years they’ve lived in certain locations.
7. The word “routine” is not in your vocabulary. Whatever predictable outcome you once had for any given set of events has now been removed as a possibility. In fact, you now put it in the category of “miracle” if something happens the way you once thought it should happen. It’s no longer out of the ordinary to devote an entire day to paying two bills. You don’t expect electricity and water each day. You always have a back-up plan for that “just in case” moment when you’re suddenly without electricity and/or water. Your senses have sharpened because of your need to be on your toes at any given moment for the unexpected…because those moments happen a lot more frequently than they did before you moved abroad.
8. Material possessions do not equate happiness. You don’t have to move overseas to realize this, but there’s something about the nomadic life that makes you really stop and consider what you hold on to and let go of. The possibility of moving to another country is always in the back of your mind. In many cases, you’re better off not shipping a crate of all your belongings due to the fear of it being held up in customs for a year or more. This means that things might have to be sold again and dwindled down to the essentials that can fit in those suitcases of yours. You stop gathering and collecting and start making mental notes of what’s most valuable and worth hauling to another far-away land. You come to find out there are a handful of things that make this adventure of yours so great and everything else is expendable.
9. Anything seems possible. Before you moved overseas, you didn’t think it was possible to pack everything you wanted to take with you in a few suitcases. But you did it, and now you can’t remember half the stuff you left behind. Cooking seemed like such a daunting task with all the substitutions that were required to make it work. Now you’re able to whip up some of your old favorites in a flash and you’ve since added some new, local recipes to your collection (so no substitutions are required). You’ve kissed your comforts goodbye and you’ve survived. You might even be thriving in your new culture at this point.
10. You are different. You leave marks on people and people leave marks on you. Some things don’t matter to you as much as they once did and other things matter more. You’re continually humbled as you frequently find yourself in a position of needing help and guidance…sometimes from a complete stranger. Almost daily you are in a position where nothing is so familiar that you’re able to take it for granted. You knew you would set out on this new adventure as a learner of language and culture, you just didn’t realize exactly how much, in turn, you would learn about yourself.
“If you’re brave enough to leave behind everything familiar and comforting, which can be anything from your house to bitter, old resentments, and set out on a truth-seeking journey, either externally or internally, and if you are truly willing to regard everything that happens to you on that journey as a clue and if you accept everyone you meet along the way as a teacher and if you are prepared, most of all, to face and forgive some very difficult realities about yourself, then the truth will not be withheld from you.”
Elizabeth Gilbert

Thursday, October 10, 2013

a refreshing article

I am a STHM but also so much more.  This post was written by a husband... which makes it even sweeter.

Tuesday, September 10, 2013

Very close, but yet somewhat opposite, of my experience.

Having my sweet baby girl has blessed me in more ways than i could of ever imagined.  However, nursing was a blessing & challenge I was not fully prepared for.  This link is not my story but another's, but it deeply touches my heart the same way.

I, unlike the author, had an abundance of milk but my baby girl had no interest. And, sadly, would not take stored breast-milk.  But I do have a beautiful, happy, healthy, growing, thriving baby and this is what matters.


Thursday, November 22, 2012

What are you thankful for today?


This is something we keep in our home...
we should always be thankful for the many simple or great grand & wonderful things we have in our lives!

We pray that each of you are thankful today...
today I am thankful for my amazing husband, our sweet kicking baby, a nice home, a job we love, and friends to share today with!

What are you thankful for?

Friday, September 14, 2012

Faith & Obedience

We are followers of Jesus.  No matter what we do, our line of work, or where we live this will always be facts in our lives.

Especially since becoming pregnant I have been praying & asking the Lord to increase my faith.  Why?  Honestly because I have so many fears.  I have been reading a very truth filled book on pregnancy that says fear is as to the enemy is what faith is as to the Lord.  I do not want to give the enemy a foothold in any area of my life, especially our pregnancy.

Since asking the Lord to grow & increase my faith it seems there has only been attack on my body.  A throat infection, followed by a chest infection... followed by a prescription for a drug that I have been allergic to since my childhood... by a doctor!  Needless to say I did not take that one...

Round one antibiotics... done.
A week later followed by another visit to our baby- doctor.
Round two of different antibiotics... done.

Feeling better?  Some days...

I have always believed that the Lord has given those with the desire & aptitude for the medical field that desire with purpose.  To help mankind.  The Lord is the original and only Great Physician.  We may have need, but he also gifts & loves the people he created.  I believe medicine is a gift.  But should never be a crutch to not trust the Lord.

Recently, the last several days in particular, my throat pain has only increased.  Leaving me rather drained & barely able to speak at times.

I do trust the Lord, fully.  I have asked him to increase my faith, which He is doing daily.  Part of faith & trust is obedience.  Obedience to the Word God gave us.  But obedience is also so much more than that.  Obedience, however not popular by modern culture, comes in many areas of our lives.  Obedience to the Lord, to the Word of God and to our authorities - varying from our parents to government.  But specifically today... my husband.

I try to always serve him & be obedient to him.  He is the leader to our family as the Lord ordained it.  Today, even though my prayers for faith & healing have not stopped, he told me & ask me to return to the doctors about my throat.  Trusting the Lord in faith & in obedience to my husband's god given authority in my life I obeyed.

This time the doctors appointment was different.  I saw an ENT.  (ear, nose & throat specialist).  After telling him all that has happened in the last month he started the exam.  After his examination he explained that my ongoing throat pain has been due to reflux.  REFLUX.  Sure I have had it some, never terribly, during these last few months but... reflux?

The doctor thanked me for coming in and told me it was wise, especially pregnant, to not take any more antibiotics.

I am so very thankful for the Lord, His Word, & my husband's wisdom & voice in my life.

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Little Kuri


Can you see the pup?

Yes that's him... our tiny little baby pug... next to the actual small sized dog toys...

For years, really years for this girl, I have wanted a small dog of my own. I grew up on a farm with big dogs... but farm dogs are different.  They aren't really pets... they don't play the same or come in the house & sit on your lap... still pets but not the same level I have always wanted...

A year ago, still in AR, we talked about how once we were settled in South Asia we could finally have a pet... a small dog in our family named Kuri... so after the attempted break-in a little while ago we put 
-plan-pug-puppy- into motion.

After finding a local breeder/ dog broker/ "find any dog you want"man we paid our deposit on a pure-bred pug & began the waiting game... with our trip to Tland & the dates of the pups birth we knew we would be waiting a little while... which is okay.  Here in South Asia people have dogs but to get ready for the pup the way we wanted we ordered a few things from America & our friends brought them to us (thanks again!).

So... after about a month or so of waiting we went last wednesday to pick up our new little family member... alas... there were golden retriever pups there but no pug pups... GRs are nice but way to big & furry for my taste...

PuppyMan told us it would be the next day... then the next... with a variety of different reasonings but finally Friday afternoon PuppyMan showed up to our home with a basket.... and in it a tiny overly-sleepy pug puppy... only 34 days old.  A baby.  A drugged baby actually because PuppyMan insisted on giving him his vaccines before giving him to us... 

PuppyMan told us.... he is okay... he will be very boring today... he is very sleepy... just let him sleep it off & then start feeding him this infant rice cereal every few hours... so we did just that...

But 6 hrs in he still wasn't doing well... then the vomiting & diarrhea started... our plump sleepy pup went to skinny & rather shaky by the next morning...

So we went to the vet... he gave him a shot, some meds, different food, then sent us on our way... telling us to return for drips (IV) the next day if he wasn't better.  Kuri did okay... but was still dealing with the same yucky & draining symptoms he had before... he was then real thin & not hardly able to  walk around anymore.  Sunday early afternoon we returned for drips... on the way there our poor little pup just laid in the towel on my lap... he wouldn't even look around anymore...

He fell asleep during his drips then the vet gave him another shot with more in it than the day before... told us to wait a couple of hours then started feeding him again.

Poor little dude never woke up.  Except to cry before he stopped breathing...

It is crazy how attached I became in just a couple of days.  
We really prayed about bringing an animal into our home... would we be able to love & care for it in a way it deserves?  We have looked at this like a15 yr adventure with a new family member and we tried to give little Kuri the best care we could... 

Was it because he was way to young to leave his mamma?
Was it the vaccines?
Was it the stress on his tiny little body?
Was it the vet giving him more than his little body could handle?

We don't know... and are still sad but yet thankful that he is not hurting anymore...
So then I cried... and baked a cake...

PuppyMan was surprised as well... blaming the vet... and says he will give us an older pup in several weeks... so we will see if this adventure continues...

Sunday, June 17, 2012

Lately...

So a few things have happened lately that i need to process... you ready?

Well a few, maybe 3?, weeks ago I had something happen to me that has never happened in any country I have been in before... I was followed around by an unwelcome man.  A man who kept saying he was there to help me... since I was white.  He told me that... I was white... therefore he stuck to me like glue, touched me unwelcomely, and was way too close into this girl's personal space... especially for a women who is NOT his wife in this culture.  I had to run away from him & caught the first auto I saw home... breaking down on my house-helper when she came through the door.  (My sweet hubby was in a meeting in a different part of town.)

Last week... someone tried to break into our house... during the night... while we were sleeping!  I have never been so thankful for the bars on our windows until recently.  Thankfully he/ they could not get in... and even though they tried they could not get anything out of our house.... they only managed to lock us in from the outside.

Then over the weekend (only 3 days later) some guys came by our house selling a home alarm/ protection system... real deal or shady?  We don't know...

Then just a couple of days ago I learned that a friend of mine from high school was killed in a car accident.  It makes my head spin & heart break... I know people die everyday... can you believe the statistics for South Asia are something like 40 people per minute?

People are lost.
People are hurting.
People are looking for something to fill what & Who they are lacking in their lives.  Whether they are here in South Asia or on the other side of the world... literally.

Creepy way-too-close man needs Truth in his life.
Thief fella needs Someone to fill his life like stolen things & money can never do.
The salesmen need Eternal Security... something they can never sell.
My friend's family & son need questions answered, healing, peace, & comfort the way only He can provide.

I am sad.  I am sad for my friend's son & family.  But I am reminded through all of these recent activities in my life that this life... here on earth... no matter where we call home... is fleeting.  That we live in a dark & hurting world.  A world that can only ever have joy, peace, & light in it through the Truth.

Friday, June 1, 2012

White

Did you know that?  It is true... Brad & I are white... just about as white as they come!
Light in color, the color void of color, the color of snow or milk, the one who turns pink, red or tan if left out in the sun too long... white!

We have both lived places before where we were the only white folks around.  Places where everybody notices you, or more accurately takes note of all the white person does.  Sure they watch... or notice... but here it is different.

If i dress like a westerner I am stared at.
If i dress like a modest westerner who is aware of local culture I am stared at.
If I dress in a more conservative local fashion I am stared at.

Stared at isn't even really it... yesterday while out there were grown men taking pictures of me.  Not teenage guys...  or the occasional little kid who wants a picture with the white person... it was the creepy older men circling around me taking pictures with their cell phones.

Where I lived before it was smaller... way smaller but after a while they got used to the white lady.  They treated me like I was normal... don't get me wrong... I still stood out... way out... but they forgot the color of my skin & let me be with them.

I wonder... will we ever be more than "white" here?

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Desire.

You know what I want truly desire?
Do you know what it is like to desire something with your entire being?
To long for something far bigger & better than yourself?
To feel your heart ache for what it longs & to tell the little voice in your head that one day it will come...
I am not talking about the things of this world... about stuff... geeish who needs more stuff to clean?
I want more than myself... I desire it with the deepest part of my being, my heart, body & mind.
So right now I pray.
I wait for the Giver of all good things to fulfill what His Word says He can...


Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Sitting still

Good morning all!

Right now I hear the sounds of the wind rustling the trees, birds singing, dump trucks & cars (I am in the suburbs after all, life can't be all wind & birds)... the temperatures are very cool for September & I am finding real enjoyment in wearing long sleeves & pants... it has been a good morning to sit still.

I sat still with my breakfast, sat with my coffee & favorite Book... now I sit with my mac on my lap... still & quite but a bit more focused.

Why does sitting still seem like such a luxury?

I think sitting still with a good cup of coffee can do a person a lot of good... for me it helps me relax, focus my thoughts, and realize what is & may not be important.  This is good for me... especially looking ahead.  I know we are to live each day as it may be our last... I know I have no place to talk about going here or there tomorrow... to spend time in this or that city... but when it is before you in BIG ways I almost can't help myself.

I was able to sit still in Kentucky.  To sit with my family around the dinner table, all gathered in the back porch... where there never seems to be enough seats for the people & the cat, and even at the funeral home watching & praying as my cousins had to say goodbye & bury their dad.  Sometimes sitting in the right place... even in silence... speaks louder than words can...

Now I sit in Arkansas... a little sad that my coffee cup is cold & empty but still refreshed the same.  I am excited about all that is in our future... I am ready in many ways (but not all) to move & live in South Asia. I am truly thankful for the quite still moments but I know this is not real life... I am thankful for the present but eager for what is ahead.