Thursday, April 14, 2016

Birthday Treats with My Sweets

One of our family traditions is to go around the table on a person's birthday, with each family member stating what he/she loves about that person. Today we did so for Pedro (and Owen - catching up from their birthdays a few days ago!) Responses ranged from, "He (Daddy) helps me with schoolwork" to "he plays Wii with me" and "he is always by my side." My comments, too, revolved around relationship - starting with Pedro's relationship with God, out of which flows a loving relationship with his wife and family. I shared that one thing I love about Pedro as a daddy is that he genuinely likes to spend time with his family. But as his wife, I love that he also still enjoys and desires to spend time just with me!

In fact, that is what Pedro requested for his birthday this year - a date. Of necessity we had to keep it low-key and close to home because Silas was under the weather and rather emotionally needy. But after half a dozen kids and a dozen and a half years of marriage maybe we've learned a few tricks! We slipped out as soon as Silas fell asleep for his morning nap, leaving all six kids in the care of a trusted adult. Our calculations included his sleeping for one hour and waking to take a bottle (figuring a half an hour) then having his usual happy playtime for another half an hour. This gave us two hours to relax and enjoy each other's company. Not quite up to pre-baby standards, but we'll take it! :)

A new restaurant opened near us and we are so impressed by the quality of the restoration and decoration of what once was a large single-family home. It's tasteful and lovely, with two wooden-floored dining rooms (on the first and second floors) overlooking the ocean and several other dining areas each with unique motifs. One in the rear of the restaurant is dimmer, with a water fountain and colored lights to set a more intimate mood; while another has clocks of all shapes and colors on the walls with comfortable chairs and round tables for more casual dining. It has an imagined "French cafe" feel. We've only visited the restaurant on a couple of occasions but each time we were one of just two or three tables. On this occasion we chose the upstairs dining room with ocean view and had it all to ourselves, which was perfect for a peaceful and private birthday brunch.

Two hours is hardly time enough to catch up on grown-up conversations, especially after I had just been gone for two weeks to the States for the purpose of introducing Silas to his grandparents. But it is enough time to talk and laugh, reminisce and dream for just a little bit. On my return flights from the States I read a marriage book called Fun Loving You in which the author advocated for a "daily delay, weekly withdrawal and annual abandon." In other words, daily one-one-one time with your spouse, a weekly date night and a couples' getaway at least once a year. Pedro and I talked about how we might be more intentional to make this a reality in our relationship. Interestingly, just a few days later I ran across a well-written blog post on the challenges that cross-cultural ministry life places on marriages and families. It was a timely reminder to do more than just talk about these things! Again, I am so thankful for a husband who desires to spend time together and works to make it possible.

Happy Birthday, Pedro (AKA, "My Sweets!") I love you. ~Stephanie

Tuesday, April 12, 2016

Celebrating 11 Years with Owen

Dear Owen,

This morning, a memory from eight years ago surfaced on my F*cebook feed. It was this picture of you and me on your third birthday in Santiago. We had just celebrated with your cousins at McDonald's, and you were clutching your new action figure.

What sweet memories it brought me of the happy, funny, cute little boy you were and it brings me joy that now at 11 years old you are still all of those things! You love to make our family laugh with your jokes, impersonations and quips. You are so much like Daddy with your sense of humor. In fact, just this week you said something in the same words and tone that he does and made us both giggle. It is just fun to be around you.

posing for a picture with your super-sized chaparrita

Speaking of fun, you were concerned that your actual birthday fell on a busy day with school and extra-curricular activities so you requested that we celebrate it yesterday. Your choice of activity was to try a new "9-dimensional" game at the Zofri mall, then have Domino's pizza, ice cream and homemade chocolate cake with peanut butter icing at home. We said you could take a friend, so your buddy Cristobal and your two brothers joined you for the adventure. Daddy filmed a little video and if your faces and intensity are any indication, it was a good time! We love to make these memories with you.

Owen, we are very thankful for your life and pray for you in this new year and season of change. We pray God gives you courage and discernment as you study in a secular environment and that He uses this experience in your life to give you strength in your own faith in Jesus. Daddy and I are proud of your attitude this year of wanting to be diligent in your studies. Remember that whatever you do, you can do it "unto the Lord!" And we believe God has great things in store for you as you trust Him and follow Him. We love you! Happy 11th Birthday to our oldest son!

Love always,

Previous birthday posts:

10th Birthday - Owen
9th Birthday - Owen
8th Birthday - Owen
7th Birthday - Owen
6th Birthday - Owen
5th Birthday - Owen
4th Birthday - Owen
3rd Birthday - Owen
2nd Birthday - Owen

Sunday, April 10, 2016

Alec's Birthday & Memorable Moments

Over the years of living in Chile, we have discovered that birthdays are very significant here. Not that they aren't elsewhere, but in Chile even among adults it is considered polite and friendly to specially recognize this day in the life of someone. Oftentimes it is by way of a personal phone call, a big bear hug, sometimes a present and usually a cake! Our struggle at times is finding a balance between expectations and personal comfort and feasibility. Here is what I mean by that.

the "Fab Five" on their way to see The Jungle Book

Through trial and error, we learned that inviting others to a birthday "party" had some expensive and expansive expectations! In the case of children, gift bags for each attendee with small toys and sweets; activities, games or shows for entertainment; a piñata filled with more goodies; and food and drinks in addition to the big birthday cake. After a few attempts, as parents we felt the quantity outweighed the quality of the celebrations (though the kids may not have shared our opinion!) Since then our goal is to make each child's birthday special in some way, but we would rather invest in making memories than in a boatload of candy.

Joanne playing Happy Birthday on her banjo

This year we gave Alec the option to choose between a trip to Happyland with a couple of friends, or to see Disney's new adaptation of The Jungle Book with his siblings. He chose the latter, which also of necessity included purchasing quick value meals from the McDonald's drive-thru because we were on the clock to pick up Owen from school and make it to the movie on time. However, a simple drive-thru experience became memorable when we were approached by a homeless man requesting money. I offered to buy him food instead. "A Big Mac! Get me a Big Mac?" he urged. "Not a Big Mac," I replied, "but I will get you exactly what our family is eating." At the second window where we received the food, he made specifications on his order to the employee. "Lots of mayo! Lots of ketchup! And Coke, without ice, ok?" The kids watched and listened wide-eyed. All I could think as I witnessed the exchange was "sometimes helping helps, and sometimes helping hurts!" I later tried to explain this idea to the children and how it is hard to discern real needs sometimes. Lightening the mood, we chuckled that instead of the Biblical "cup of cold water" we had given "a Coke without ice!" Thankfully, God knows our hearts and the outcome is ultimately in His hands!

Alec, Ian and friend Tomas in the pool

The fun didn't end with a movie on Alec's birthday, because our family had been invited to join three other families for a swim and cookout. Unfortunately Silas was sick, so he and I stayed home. Also the weather uncharacteristically turned gray and cold, not welcoming for a swim - but our intrepid boys and their friends didn't seem to mind! Alec had requested an "orange" cake for his birthday so we settled on buying a panqueque de naranja, a delicious cake with about a dozen layers of light orange filling. This was sent along to the cookout, which in typical Chilean fashion extended late into the evening. It was almost 11 o'clock p.m. when my husband and kids finally made it home!

our kids with the sweet friends who extended this invitation

The get-together was hosted at a nearby apartment complex where two of the families live. Pedro said other families were also cooking in the common area. When it came time to sing Happy Birthday, their hostess Joanne played on her ukelele and people nearby joined in the applause and well wishes for Alec. Yet another reminder of how much our Chilean friends and neighbors appreciate these special days! Alec arrived home with just enough time to open his gifts from family and head to bed. We hope his birthday moments were memorable and enjoyable - just as he is to us!

Friday, April 08, 2016

To Alec on His 8th Birthday

Dear Alec,

The day has finally come! You have been looking forward to this 8th birthday for awhile now. There has been a big change since last year's birthday - you are no longer the "baby" of the family! And I think that you are pretty happy about that. :) You are one tough cookie (as I write this I am picturing you holding an ice pack to a big bump on your head from skateboarding yesterday, yet another hard knock that you picked yourself up from and kept chugging along with nary a tear.)

Orange is your favorite color and the shade of your shirt and the cake you have requested for your birthday. You loved the outfit in this picture, which I brought back from the States for you just a few days ago, and asked for it to be specially washed for today. I think the saying is perfect for you! You are fun-loving yet very competitive and your favorite position in soccer is goalie, which I think takes some special courage. This year you are doing homeschooling for the first time, and it is neat to watch you learn and quickly grasp new content in 2nd grade. Yesterday you and Ian explained to me what "onomatopoeia" means - like the word "pop!" It was something you learned in school while I was away and you were excited to share your new-found knowledge.

Alec, Daddy and I love you and thank God for you! It is our prayer that you will turn your passion and grit and intelligence toward serving Jesus with your whole heart. He can and will do great things through you if you obey and follow Him. Happy 8th birthday to our sweet son!

All my love,

Previous birthday posts:

7th Birthday - Alec
6th Birthday - Alec
5th Birthday - Alec
4th Birthday - Alec
3rd Birthday - Alec
2nd Birthday - Alec
1st Birthday - Alec

Thursday, March 31, 2016

His Ways Are Higher (FLORECE Update), Part Three

In the day-to-day of our life, nothing ever seems to go exactly as planned. Such was the case that Monday morning as we eagerly waited for word that the interior of the FLORECE property would be available to visit that day. There was a sense of urgency for two reasons: most importantly, our teammates Jon and Pam Sharp were headed on furlough the following day and secondly, later that afternoon Pedro and our boys would take off on their annual father/son overnight beach camping trip prior to school starting. We wanted our entire team to see the property together if at all possible. However, as the hours slipped by it seemed less likely that the visit would take place. I had spoken to the owner's secretary and continued to wait for an answer. Finally I called again, thinking it couldn't hurt to ask.

Yes, we could see the property! Unfortunately, the later timing caused so many things to collide. I had to drive my husband to pick up the vehicle he was borrowing for the camp out. He would be gone before the appointment, which meant I had to pack a diaper bag and the baby for the property visit. My girls were babysitting in the apartment building next door to the Sharps' so thankfully they could pick them up and bring them downtown to me. Our colleagues Jon and Kim Spink could meet us, but one of them was grocery shopping and they would be rushing to make it on time. One more person invited to come was Catalina, a FLORECE volunteer who would likely become the live-in caretaker for the property. She was at work but her workplace was nearby and she could walk over to join us. 

Against all odds, the whole crew of us descended upon the location almost at the same time. I'm sure the owner and current tenants wondered about the six adults, two teenagers and one baby measuring spaces and visualizing room usages while taking in the current unkempt state of the property. It had been rented, sub-rented and sub-rented again and was messy and smelly; but even so the spaces were ample and promised great potential. There would be work ahead of us to make it into what we envisioned, but unanimously we felt this was the place God would have us begin the FLORECE ministry!

We walked back to the owner's office to discuss details of rental costs, contracts and the timing of the transfer of the property, agreeing on May 1 as the day we would receive the keys. It was exhilarating and overwhelming to see God making dreams become a reality before our eyes. We still had questions, and many e-mails would go back and forth in the coming days, but the decision was made. As we finished our time together, Jon Sharp asked the owner if we could pray with him. As a group we did so, asking God's blessing on him personally and on this ministry God was bringing to fruition. We can truly say with the prophet Isaiah that "He has done glorious things; let this be known to all the world!" (Isaiah 12:5)

PS - It's a story for another day, but the picture above is just another example of the way God continues to surprise us with support for the FLORECE ministry. Before we have even opened our doors, a recognition from the Rotary Club brought the ministry name and purpose into public view through this newspaper article. We are humbled and fearful of our frailty, but stand in the strength of our great God!

Read Part One
Read Part Two

Tuesday, March 15, 2016

In Every {Crazy} Thing Give Thanks

I was feeling so positive about today. Fed baby at 6 AM, showered, sent some notes of encouragement, read my Bible, prayed for some special needs. Silas went back to sleep, I delegated a FLORECE errand to my gracious husband, dressed in comfy clothes, headed downstairs to sync homeschool videos and ... STOP.

A phone call from Pedro alerted me that his errand was unsuccessful without me. The Sii (think IRS) office would not give FLORECE's ID card to anyone but me or someone with a signed and notarized permission from me. So ... quickly changed clothes, took a phone call, fed baby again, hubby honked horn, and we took the two would-be students with us on a drive downtown.

Completed the errand, came back home, put baby to bed, started school, all was well and ... STOP. 

The incessant melodic jingling of the washing machine alerted me to a problem with laundry. Pause, unlock, open, reshuffle, close, lock, start. More jingles. Tried again, same steps. More jingles. And again. More jingles. Received another phone call. Fielded children's questions and complaints ("The video is stuck! He's copying me!") Slammed hand on washer lid, got teary and cried, "Please give me a break!" Finally thought to pray. Eventually fixed the issue, returned to school and ... STOP.

Ran to the third floor where baby was crying, took a phone call and cried talked to Pedro, fed the baby, called down instructions to the kids, finally gave up in favor of school break and snacks. Wrote this blog entry on a scrap of paper next to a smiling baby, cooing and filling his drawers. Checked the clock, confirmed it was lunchtime and if it weren't for hubby saving the day with breakfast burritos, I would have been sunk. Sighed. Took a deep breath and ... STOP.

Chose to be thankful that a baby to be fed means joyful new life in the home, students to be taught mean there are things worth learning, errands to be run mean God is doing something great and we get to be a part of it. And breakfast burritos made by a busy husband for a frazzled wife means that despite it all, I am loved.

"In everything give thanks, for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you." 
1 Thessalonians 5:18

Monday, March 14, 2016

His Ways Are Higher (FLORECE Update), Part Two

Iquique is such an eclectic city, especially in the downtown area and never more than the current day. Historic wooden homes in varying states of maintenance or disrepair totter next to towering new high rises in various stages of construction. From one visit to the next, we find ourselves constantly commenting on the changes taking place (some for better, some for worse.) But what fascinates us most are the hidden jewels camouflaged in plain sight. Such was the office where we found ourselves the next morning.

building projects everywhere in Iquique

Certainly we had walked or driven past the stately old home dozens of times, but without an exterior sign there was nothing to draw attention to it. White walls, white gate, white doors welcomed us, along with the owner and his rescued beagle who was "great with" puppies to be born (that same day, we would later learn!) Inside, the coolness of ancient 18-foot ceilings and a breeze from the back patio's century-old arbor were refreshing. So was the frank and friendly owner who listened to our story and promptly pulled out building plans for two possible locations for FLORECE.

We were surprised to learn he spoke English, having his permanent home and business in Canada as well as a thriving company and multiple real estate investments in Iquique since the mid 1990's. Later we would reflect on the linguistic and cultural connections as yet another evidence of God's hand in this unexpected encounter. Unexpected because after all, we had simply called about an empty lot! 

The two properties were within walking distance from his office, so we ventured out in the blazing sun to look at them from the outside. The larger of the two was a bottom-floor apartment directly across from the largest police station in Iquique. Formerly used as the offices for a well-known radio station, the property's biggest drawback was its subterranean feel. The entrance was a small tunnel-like structure and only the grated windows were above-ground. Immediately we felt this would not convey the welcome we wished to offer to future clients, but we snapped some pictures for further consideration before heading around the corner to the next location.

the tunnel-like entrance was not inviting

Just as immediately as we knew the first was not a great option for us, we knew the second property was an amazing possibility for FLORECE. Our criteria for a location have always included: (1) close to schools or other gathering places for youth; (2) easy to reach via public transportation; (3) large enough to meet our needs; and (4) safe for our volunteers and clients. The latter need was obviously met by the police station nearby. There was a large high school just 1/2 block from property; almost every major bus line passed in front of it; and though we could not see inside that day, the plans and square footage indicated we would have plenty of space to carry out the ministries we envisioned. We were beyond excited!

the (blue) property which captured our imagination

The only question remaining was seeing the inside of the property for ourselves. Currently it was rented (and sub-rented and sub-rented, we would learn) but an appointment could be made. It was Friday and we would have to wait the weekend. With great excitement and anticipation we shared the news with our colleagues, one of whom had spent the morning fasting and in prayer for God to answer in a mighty way. We felt certain He had, but would have to have patience. We prayed and wondered, What would Monday bring?

Monday, March 07, 2016

His Ways Are Higher (FLORECE Update), Part One

"Should I take a picture of that one? It looks like just an empty lot, but it's for rent." I craned my neck and peered out the window with my small camera in hand. It was a steamy summer afternoon in Iquique. All six kids, Pedro and I were packed into our mini-van, headed downtown in search of affordable eyeglasses for four of us. In an attempt to multitask and not miss an opportunity, we were also photographing "For Rent" signs in the area as we sought a location for the FLORECE prenatal and family counseling center.

the sign that caught our eye

My husband encouraged me to snap the shot. "You never know!" (Little did we realize then that in this case, he couldn't have been more right!) Hours later I scribbled the numbers we photographed onto a piece of paper and was pacing the kitchen as I made calls. Already rented, way too much money, way too much space (and too much money!), already rented, no answer, and so forth were the replies I received. Finally I came to the number pertaining to the empty lot. A foreign-accented voice explained that the lot was large and rather expensive (over $2,000 USD monthly) but added that he had other properties available. What was I looking for and in what price range?

Admittedly with some embarrassment, I explained our non-profit status and gave him our financial figure. Sheepishly I added that I knew this figure was a "dream" considering current real estate prices. To my utter surprise, he thought for a moment and then said he might have some properties that could work for us! Could I come to his office tomorrow? I wrote down his name in shock, excitement and unbelief. We already had a babysitter lined up because of a scheduled visit to the notary in the morning, so both Pedro and I were available to meet him. We prayed and wondered, what would tomorrow bring?

Monday, February 29, 2016

Mom, Where Do You Call Home?

"I don't like it when people say unkind things about Iquique. It makes me angry. Iquique is my home!" My daughter's fifteen-year old emotions were riding high as she said these words. I smiled inwardly thinking how much she sounded like me at her age. On the heels of her heated statement, she added one burning question. "Mom, where do you call home?" 

Ask any missionary or missionary kid and they will tell you, that is the million dollar question. It is one I heard all my life growing up (especially on furloughs!) Nonetheless, it is a question that has returned to my mind of late. Recent conversations with missionary moms in different stages of life have supplied me with poignant thoughts on the subject. But in answer to my daughter's question, I simply replied, "When I was your age, I would have said Santiago. That was my home when I was growing up. But now, home is wherever my family is - where Daddy and you kids are. That is my home."

Even as I spoke I was keenly aware that this answer might suffice for now, but in just a few brief years will taste bitter on my tongue. This daughter of mine starts high school next month. Next year, we head stateside for our second furlough and after that - only two and half years until college. She and her sister are just a year apart in school, so "en un dos por tres" (as they say in Chile, or similarly "in the blink of an eye") they will be leaving "home." My kids will no longer all be wherever Daddy and I are. So then where will home be?

Our mission's regional conference early this month brought together missionaries from throughout Spanish-speaking South America. It was unscheduled, but one afternoon a prayer time for missionary moms was organized. We prayed for our children, many with tears. At least half the group had already let their children go, and as a parent looking towards that transition my heart was pricked with a premature sense of loss. It was only recently that I heard from my mom what my own parents went through when they delivered me to college and returned to the mission field as "empty nesters." My strong and stoic dad left my college campus and made it only a short ways down the road before having to pull off, pounding the steering wheel and crying, "I hate this!" At the time I never knew.

It is when these thoughts begin to swirl that I am reminded of two things. First, that I am not to be anxious about tomorrow (Matthew 6:34) because it is in God's hands. And second, that nowhere in this world is truly my home. As the writer exhorts in Hebrews 13:14, "For here we have no lasting city, but we seek the city that is to come." How thankful I am for the hope of a Heavenly home! 

There will be no goodbyes there. No furloughs or farewells. Everyone I love who has placed his or her faith in Jesus Christ will be with me, forever. What a challenge to continue loving Him and encouraging my loved ones to do the same! Because someday we will all be for always, without question or confusion, truly "Home."

Saturday, February 27, 2016

In Times of Transition

I am writing again for the Breathe Ministry blog. My latest entry can be read on their site: In Times of Transition.

Thursday, February 25, 2016

Small-Town Iquique Feel

One thing I love about Iquique is that despite its ever-growing population of 250,000+ people and its ever-increasing number of building projects blotting out the landscape, somehow the city still retains its "small-town" feel. An example would be a recent visit Pedro and I took downtown for Silas' three-month hip x-ray (a medical requirement in Chile.) A perusal of the street where we normally park revealed few spaces, but with a bit of adventure we hiked our van up over the curb and joined several other cars pressed close to a dusty building. (One perk - we were half a block from the official paid parking, so our little spot was free!)

The desert sun was blazing as it was close to noon, so we carefully placed the baby in his carseat/stroller combo, covering the small crack between the two with a baby blanket that threatened to blow away with each breeze off the nearby ocean. As we approached the corner which is home to Clinica Iquique and several medical buildings, a woman preparing to be pushed across the street in a wheelchair looked familiar. I couldn't immediately place her (realizing later it was because she was out of her educator's uniform) but as she caught my eye and waved, I realized it was the director of the pre-school that Owen and Alec had attended. As we chatted, she explained that she had finally had hip surgery and would be unable to walk for several months. We in turn shared our reason for being there, and she encouraged us that having Silas checked now might save him from a similar fate in the future! More importantly, she asked for our prayers and we were able to assure her of them.

The next two people we saw were a mother and son we have known many years. The son attended elementary school with our daughter Eva and they were good friends. A number of years ago, the mother was also one of several ladies who faithfully came to our home each week for a Biblical parenting class. Since our furlough in 2012 and both of our families moving on to other schooling options, we rarely see one another but they were so sweet to come to the hospital with a gift when Silas was born. It was unexpected to run into one another that day, but a good reminder that we need to try and continue to cultivate this friendship!

Our third encounter was at the same corner as the first one. We crossed paths with the kind and friendly phlebotomist I saw regularly throughout my pregnancy, who that day introduced us to her husband and son. She has never forgotten our family since Ian and Alec first came home. Early on we had to have their blood drawn for testing and while I held Ian on my lap for his turn, Alec grabbed her lab coattails and shrieked for her to leave his brother alone! She took the protective "attack" in great stride and thought it was the cutest thing ever. Now she always asks about our family and was especially delighted to meet Silas after the many months of monitoring my health while we waited for his arrival!

These friendly encounters lead to two responses on my part. First, contentment at having cultivated relationships over the years and enjoying these unexpected interactions with their "small-town" feel. But the second response is concern: having cultivated relationships over the years, it weighs on my heart that friendly interactions are a superficial distraction from a deep spiritual need. I so desire to see the fruit of salvation in the lives of so many people we've been blessed to get to know in Iquique. I struggle with feelings of guilt and inadequacy that I have not yet been able to share the right words at the right time which might point them to Christ. Please pray with me that they would receive the priceless gift of eternal life through Him!

For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, 
that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.
John 3:16

Friday, February 19, 2016

Lesson Learned at the LEGO Store

Alec, Ian and Owen enjoying LEGO magazines from a friend

In the city of Iquique where our family serves, you will not find a Starbucks, Walmart, Wendy’s or Target (nor dozens of other places we enjoy in the States.) In fact, there is one McDonald’s for 250,000 people and on any given day it might be out of soda, ice cream, French fries -  or the bacon for its specially offered bacon cheeseburger! But there is a certain store that is a shining star in our kids’ world - the LEGO store. It bears mentioning that the LEGOs are imported and as such cost twice as much as they would back “home.” Nonetheless this brightly lit beacon of red and yellow plastic calls our children’s name each chance it gets!

Our visits there are few and far between, based mainly on our kids’ ability to save their allowance, birthday gifts and Christmas monies to pay for their next collection. However, the staff recognizes us when we come and seems to enjoy the enthusiasm of our young shoppers (mainly our three sons), especially once we explained the patience required of them to reach this point.

Recently our boys found themselves in a position to visit the LEGO store once again. It was the height of summer tourist season and honestly I cringed at the thought of the crowded mall that awaited us, but they had been quite longsuffering through the holidays and a month of traveling and now faced school just around the corner. On our drive there, the thought occurred to me that I should encourage the boys to pray that we would find a good sale. A dear friend once shared that she always prays specifically before shopping trips and is blessed and encouraged to see how God answers and provides! No sooner had I thought this, however, when my doubtful self silently replied, “But what if they do pray and there is no sale? After all, aren’t LEGOs a silly thing to pray about? If they pray and there’s no sale, maybe they will feel disappointment towards the Lord.”

As it turns out, I was the one with a lesson to learn. Arriving at the LEGO store, we found an unprecedented sale including several sets at half price! My conscience smarted as I shared my sons’ delight in their new purchases. A short while later, I pulled them aside to unburden my heart. I told them how I felt the nudge to pray but chose not to because I did not have enough faith. I pointed out how God is so kind that even though I didn’t pray, He still blessed them with a great sale. And I shared how this should remind us how much He cares for us, even down to the “silly” details of our lives.

Spiritual lessons can be learned anywhere. In my case, it was a lesson learned in the LEGO store!

Tuesday, February 09, 2016

Returning & Regrouping

airport family photo, leaving home for four weeks

“How do you eat an elephant?” “One bite at a time.” So goes the adage which is currently rolling repeatedly around my brain! Scattered thoughts, half-written lists and partially completed tasks of varying degrees of urgency are cluttering my house and mind as we unpack and regroup after four weeks away from home.

One challenge for me as a missionary wife is that ministry is not contained to a neat box. On the contrary, it is woven into the fabric of our lives and days. Because my mind is easily drawn in different directions, I find myself beginning one task only to stumble onto another matter which seems to need my attention. I all too often fall victim to the famous “tyranny of the urgent.”

These are just some of the things on my to-do list this week, in no particular order:

1. Answer e-mails. Some specific examples: Write back to an AWANA clubber with responses to her missionary questions; correspond with a supporting church inquiring about our current state of ministry and requesting a new family photo; provide an affirmative reply to another pastor asking for a 2-3 minute video of our work in Iquique (then add the video to my list. J)

2. Unpack suitcases. Oh, how I hate packing and unpacking! It has been a part of my existence my entire life as a missionary kid and now a missionary wife. But it has never gotten easier. I am sure there must be a lesson to be learned here somewhere!

3. Clean house. We live in the desert. The desert is dusty. We have six children. Children are messy. (And let’s be honest, their parents can’t claim “neat” status either!) We have two pets. Pets are stinky and hairy. But life doesn’t stop just because the house is messy, so even though this is still undone we have hosted people twice with another dinner date on the calendar for tomorrow!

4. Inventory pro-life materials. This is just the tip of the iceberg of so many things pertaining to the FLORECE prenatal and family counseling ministry. We also need to find a location, which is a much bigger task. But, one bite at a time. This is what I can handle on my list right now.

5. Have dinner with two couples interested in learning about FLORECE. We received the phone call yesterday and the engagement is tonight. This was a totally unexpected and unplanned event to add to our calendar, but we felt it was important to accept.

6. Prepare for the new school year. School starts in March, just a few weeks away. We have five children in three different school settings, two of which take place at home and require purposeful parental planning. The one away from home requires shopping! So this item feels pretty urgent, too.

7. Meet with a young lady who asked to talk with me. We were close for many years; I had the privilege of sharing a discipleship study with her, which she then shared with my daughters. Sadly, last year she walked away from the faith and now she seems to be seeking restoration. This conversation will require time and wisdom.

8. Practice a song for our colleague's daughter's wedding on Saturday. This was a last-minute request which I am happy to do. (But now I need to do it!J)

The list could go on and on. (Actually, it does.) Among other things, Pedro and I hope to take some time away as a couple to reconnect, plan and pray for this new year. We want to be intentional not only with ministry but with our children. Today’s devotional reading from Oswald Chambers resonated with my heart as a mother:
“Until others learn to draw on the life of the Lord Jesus directly, they will have to draw on His life through you. You must literally be their source of supply, until they learn to take their nourishment from God. We owe it to God to be our best for His lambs and sheep, as well as for Him.”
Because ministry also overlaps with motherhood, I often feel torn. Our recent time in Peru with fellow missionaries from Spanish-speaking countries showed me that I am not alone. One afternoon, a group of missionary moms prayed with tears for each other’s MK’s (missionary kids.) Ministry begins at home and our children’s needs are heavy on our hearts.

“Look into no man’s face until you have looked into the face of God.” This was the challenge from our speaker at the conference which continues to convict me. In the midst of the tyranny of the urgent and the ever-growing lists it is far too easy to speed past the one thing that matters: time with my Heavenly Father. It is His presence, His wisdom, His peace that I need in the midst of these crazy days. The priorities I set must be His, but in order to know them I must first know Him!

Help me Lord, to seek first Your kingdom and righteousness and trust You to add all these things in the order they should be.

Sunday, February 07, 2016

Happy 15th Birthday, Eva Grace

Dear Eva,

This year, we rushed into your 15th birthday right on the heels of such a busy month of travel (to Santiago and Peru.) Your birthday fell on a Sunday which is always a full day! We didn't have much time to plan and your celebration was simple, but you expressed such sweet appreciation for it. You were so happy with the yummy birthday cake from your newest missionary "aunt" Pam Sharp, and the company of Aunt Pam and Uncle Jon for gifts and snacks and cake (and the Super Bowl!)

Your heart of gratitude on your birthday was such a blessing to me. This past year, it has been a joy to watch you mature in many areas. I love how you enjoy your new baby brother and you have been such a big help with him. In school, I have seen you discipline yourself to rise early and get started on the tasks at hand. It is especially sweet to know you are developing a habit to open and read God's Word each day. It has been fun to watch you adjust to your first job as a mother's helper twice a week, and encouraging to see you overcome fears such as riding the elevator to the 23rd floor in order to do so!

I can hardly believe that you are fifteen years old and that we are doing things like setting up your first Facebook account and preparing to start high school in just a few weeks. While there are many new and exciting memories still to be made, I feel nostalgia for the years that have flown by! But I rejoice to know you are God's child and He has wonderful things in store for your future. Daddy and I love you very much. Thank you for your good night hugs and "I love you's!" May this be a very special and memorable year in your life. It is a privilege to be your mom!  

Love always,
Birthday Posts by Year:

14th Birthday - Eva
13th Birthday - Eva
12th Birthday - Eva
11th Birthday - Eva

Wednesday, January 06, 2016

Little Meaningful Moments

Since Silas' birth, by default I spend more time in our third-floor bedroom which also contains his nursery "nook." The other children often request permission to come up and visit; but none more than my oldest daughter who regularly seeks out one-on-one time with Mom. One morning this week she arrived as I attempted to complete my personal quiet time.

I had read and journaled some thoughts from Job, having now turned to my handwritten list for prayer. However (true confessions!) I was really struggling to stay awake as I tried to bring the requests to prayer. My daughter's eager proximity gave me the idea of enlisting a second prayer warrior, so I invited her to take turns with me as we went through the names on the pages.

Her curiosity was evident as I explained some of the needs listed there. "Do you pray for these very day? How many pages are there?" were some of her questions. I confessed that I don't get to or through the list every day; it is something I am working on in my spiritual life. I gave her the example of a mutual friend who inspires me and does have a wonderful habit of praying daily for many more people than I can ever remember! 

My hope was that by sharing with sincerity my own goals and struggles - and fleshing out the example of simple prayer side by side - this might be a little meaningful moment in her own spiritual understanding. It was a short but sweet time; but may it count for eternity!