There are many days when I feel like I am not productive. Usually on those days, I don't have a list, don't check off many things from a list I made, or when I'm being plain lazy. Since I am yet to be employed, I feel like many people think I'm not doing much all day. Some days, they're right. Today, however, they would be incorrect.
I made a list the previous evening for today and I ended up checking off every single thing (except one). I spoke to a friend last night about productivity. I am definitely a list/planner person (unless I feel like a rebel that day). She is not quite like me. So I asked her what makes her get things done. She suggested a deadline can do the job. Another thing she mentioned was for her to have a separate work space (not around family members or friends) so she can focus on the task at hand.
There are some other things that motivate me: one being others' expectations. Thus, I was wondering what motivates you? I don't expect to hear back from many on here, but it is one thing that I am interested in if I am to motivate others to better themselves.
Also, if you are using this blog to procrastinate, go be productive!! (But thanks for reading!)
Wednesday, December 3, 2014
Tuesday, November 18, 2014
When God speaks...
I was asked to be a leader of a group of interns to PNG next summer. I said "yes". I'm really excited and hope I'm a good leader! I've been praying for my teammates and know that God is pulling me towards this. Here's something that not many people know: I was among some that were asked to lead the PNG internship last summer. It didn't feel right when I prayed about it, so I said "no" back then. I know that there are reasons why it was not time for me to lead and some have speculated on some of those, reassuring me of reasons they now see that they couldn't see then. It was the right decision.
Others often ask me, "how do you know what God says?" Honestly, there has never been a super easy answer to that question. Its not a voice that comes down or a coin I flip. Its not always the same leading or guidance that happened before. There are times that God can show us His will by something big, but most times, its subtle. For periods of time, He seems to be silent, like He's waiting to see if we really want to know and are going to pay attention if He shows us the way.
The Word of God shows us about God's character and God's will. "Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will." (Romans 12:2) With prayer, some advise from wise friends, knowing one's gifts as well as realizing comfort zones are often stretched, being honest with oneself and God, and taking time to listen through the noise around us, we can better renew our minds and follow the will of God.
There have been many of my friends who have gotten married. When I ask how they knew that their guy was the one, many have said, "you just know". I hate that answer. I always want a clear direction and I wouldn't mind a written out plan and route. I suppose that's me trying to control everything. That's not faith. Sometimes, its listening in the silence to what God might send. Other times, its praying and then stepping out in faith to see if God opens or closes a door. And still other times, its deciding if God is allowing an obstacle in our way so we can overcome it through Him, learning and growing more as we go.
Often times, I want to hang back or rush forward. Instead, I need to walk, hand in hand, with my Lord, fixing my eyes on Him.
I was talking to my mom the other day, and she made an interesting connection. She said that all of the things that went wrong on my trips to and from PNG (while on my own) were probably preparations. Though things could've turned out way worse (and thus I saw God's protection through them), the hardships that I encountered will help me be better equipped to take care of a group while in transit. (Just as a side note: while I was in PNG's country, I was usually with others that were looking out for me, so during that time, it wasn't very hard to be in transit or in difficult situations, should they arise.)
God hasn't let me down yet, and so I will not give up faith in Him or in what He is helping me to become. I'll just keep listening...
Others often ask me, "how do you know what God says?" Honestly, there has never been a super easy answer to that question. Its not a voice that comes down or a coin I flip. Its not always the same leading or guidance that happened before. There are times that God can show us His will by something big, but most times, its subtle. For periods of time, He seems to be silent, like He's waiting to see if we really want to know and are going to pay attention if He shows us the way.
The Word of God shows us about God's character and God's will. "Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will." (Romans 12:2) With prayer, some advise from wise friends, knowing one's gifts as well as realizing comfort zones are often stretched, being honest with oneself and God, and taking time to listen through the noise around us, we can better renew our minds and follow the will of God.
There have been many of my friends who have gotten married. When I ask how they knew that their guy was the one, many have said, "you just know". I hate that answer. I always want a clear direction and I wouldn't mind a written out plan and route. I suppose that's me trying to control everything. That's not faith. Sometimes, its listening in the silence to what God might send. Other times, its praying and then stepping out in faith to see if God opens or closes a door. And still other times, its deciding if God is allowing an obstacle in our way so we can overcome it through Him, learning and growing more as we go.
Often times, I want to hang back or rush forward. Instead, I need to walk, hand in hand, with my Lord, fixing my eyes on Him.
I was talking to my mom the other day, and she made an interesting connection. She said that all of the things that went wrong on my trips to and from PNG (while on my own) were probably preparations. Though things could've turned out way worse (and thus I saw God's protection through them), the hardships that I encountered will help me be better equipped to take care of a group while in transit. (Just as a side note: while I was in PNG's country, I was usually with others that were looking out for me, so during that time, it wasn't very hard to be in transit or in difficult situations, should they arise.)
God hasn't let me down yet, and so I will not give up faith in Him or in what He is helping me to become. I'll just keep listening...
Monday, November 17, 2014
Cure for a Zombie
Do you ever feel like you're a zombie? Its like you can move and go throughout your day, but you're really not very "alive".
Lately, I've been feeling like this quite a bit. I can be super busy or doing nothing, and yet I can totally feel my brain slowly rotting as I get on social media, sit expressionless in front of the television, or don't see much of the sun. Its not about bashing social media or even media in general.
In fact, it was on a social media post from a friend that I was inspired to try again at making changes in my life. (For example, consistent exercising, practicing guitar, being intentional about time with friends, and all those forgotten New Year's resolutions.) My lovely friend shared the following link and said she'd thought of me while reading this. If you take time to read it, I hope it touches you as well.
http://velvetashes.com/we-are-women-who/
When my days, from my point of view, look boring, unproductive, and ineffective to help people in some way, its a personal downer. "Will another day be wasted that I can't get back?" It can be hard to pick myself up the next day and say, "let's make this day better than the last"... but here, out of the ashes of a seemingly dead life, I am challenged. Challenged to look at the person I am, or was, or want to be, and regroup.
Life should not be pathetic and was never meant to be! I don't know if you may have felt like I have. Maybe so or maybe not. If so, I ask you to stand with me as we help each other get up and try again. We are not alone and we have so much life to live.
I guess, when I write all of this, I want to point out a few things:
First, it takes effort to truly live. Like the song "Try Again" by Aaliyah says, "If at first you don't succeed, you can dust if off and try again. Dust yourself off and try again." (I love the beat of the song!!) Life can get monotonous, so let's find and create ways to spice it up again!
Second, we mess up... and quite a bit if I may add, but it's just as it says in the "Dark Knight" movies. "Why do we fall?... so we can learn to pick ourselves up."
And third, we are not alone. As Luna Lovegood says (in Harry Potter), "Well if I were You-Know-Who, I'd want you to feel cut off from everyone else. Because if it's just you alone, you're not as much of a threat." We can make a difference if we understand that we are not alone. Praise God, because He's with us too!
So how do we cure the zombies inside us? Wake up ...and see above. ;)
Lately, I've been feeling like this quite a bit. I can be super busy or doing nothing, and yet I can totally feel my brain slowly rotting as I get on social media, sit expressionless in front of the television, or don't see much of the sun. Its not about bashing social media or even media in general.
In fact, it was on a social media post from a friend that I was inspired to try again at making changes in my life. (For example, consistent exercising, practicing guitar, being intentional about time with friends, and all those forgotten New Year's resolutions.) My lovely friend shared the following link and said she'd thought of me while reading this. If you take time to read it, I hope it touches you as well.
http://velvetashes.com/we-are-women-who/
When my days, from my point of view, look boring, unproductive, and ineffective to help people in some way, its a personal downer. "Will another day be wasted that I can't get back?" It can be hard to pick myself up the next day and say, "let's make this day better than the last"... but here, out of the ashes of a seemingly dead life, I am challenged. Challenged to look at the person I am, or was, or want to be, and regroup.
Life should not be pathetic and was never meant to be! I don't know if you may have felt like I have. Maybe so or maybe not. If so, I ask you to stand with me as we help each other get up and try again. We are not alone and we have so much life to live.
I guess, when I write all of this, I want to point out a few things:
First, it takes effort to truly live. Like the song "Try Again" by Aaliyah says, "If at first you don't succeed, you can dust if off and try again. Dust yourself off and try again." (I love the beat of the song!!) Life can get monotonous, so let's find and create ways to spice it up again!
Second, we mess up... and quite a bit if I may add, but it's just as it says in the "Dark Knight" movies. "Why do we fall?... so we can learn to pick ourselves up."
And third, we are not alone. As Luna Lovegood says (in Harry Potter), "Well if I were You-Know-Who, I'd want you to feel cut off from everyone else. Because if it's just you alone, you're not as much of a threat." We can make a difference if we understand that we are not alone. Praise God, because He's with us too!
So how do we cure the zombies inside us? Wake up ...and see above. ;)
Tuesday, November 4, 2014
Can I do this?: Pics #25 & 26
Since I didn't put a picture up yesterday, I'm putting up two (one for today and yesterday) as I think back to my time in 2011 with a good friend and two of my cousins. One thing though: I'm changing my challenge. I really don't know if I can do a picture everyday for an entire year. Let's face it, I've cheated a slight bit by putting up some pictures from years past. Its not a bad thing, but I don't want to do this just to do it. If I put something up here, I want it to mean something more than "look, I took a random picture today". I guess, since most of my time is spent at home (now-a-days... thanks to no consistent job as of yet), I feel like there's not too much to see or write about. Well, actually, there's almost always something to write about... but when it comes to snapping pictures, its not a all-the-time thing.
Anyway, I'm going to make the challenge for 50 pictures and it doesn't have to be an everyday thing. At the end of that, I'll re-evaluate to see how its going. Its almost like it becomes a hassle or routine if its for every day.
So, for today's (and yesterday's) pictures... They are of a friend and a time that I'm thinking about. When certain times of the year come, there are memories that are remembered along with them. My good friend, Megan, had the brilliant idea for us to take out my little cousins. We went ice skating and then had a bit of ice cream. I'm not that great at ice skating... or really any kind of skating... but I managed not to fall. I had been nervous because I didn't want to fall on top of one, or both, of my cousins. By the end of the day, everyone was tired out. It was fun and I was amazed at how fast the kids picked it up!
I miss bunches of friends. The sad reality is that many of my closest friends live hours (if not states or countries) away. We keep in touch, but its never the same as asking a friend, "hey, you wanna hang out?" and getting together right then. My friends that live nearer usually seem to be busy and some have changed to the point that we don't have too much in common with each other as we did before I left for PNG.
I don't want to be a downer. I do enjoy spending time with my family. I suppose that something's got to give as far as my social calendar. But for now, I'm just missing the time when friends and I were close (in proximity).
Anyway, I'm going to make the challenge for 50 pictures and it doesn't have to be an everyday thing. At the end of that, I'll re-evaluate to see how its going. Its almost like it becomes a hassle or routine if its for every day.
So, for today's (and yesterday's) pictures... They are of a friend and a time that I'm thinking about. When certain times of the year come, there are memories that are remembered along with them. My good friend, Megan, had the brilliant idea for us to take out my little cousins. We went ice skating and then had a bit of ice cream. I'm not that great at ice skating... or really any kind of skating... but I managed not to fall. I had been nervous because I didn't want to fall on top of one, or both, of my cousins. By the end of the day, everyone was tired out. It was fun and I was amazed at how fast the kids picked it up!
I miss bunches of friends. The sad reality is that many of my closest friends live hours (if not states or countries) away. We keep in touch, but its never the same as asking a friend, "hey, you wanna hang out?" and getting together right then. My friends that live nearer usually seem to be busy and some have changed to the point that we don't have too much in common with each other as we did before I left for PNG.
I don't want to be a downer. I do enjoy spending time with my family. I suppose that something's got to give as far as my social calendar. But for now, I'm just missing the time when friends and I were close (in proximity).
Sunday, November 2, 2014
No Story Alone: Pic #24
I had been trying to take a good picture on the way to church, but it just didn't work out. On the way back, I really wanted to stop on the side of the road, but I wasn't driving, so we didn't. When I got home, I was determined to snap a photo of my beautiful mountains combined with so much color and now snow.
I asked if anyone wanted to come with me as I took a quick picture or two. Eli, my sister's husband was willing, so off we went. He asked why I'd asked for someone to go with me. I responded by saying that its not quite a story if no one else is there. For example, on my way home from PNG, I had tons of crazy adventures, but I can call someone up or look over at a friend and say, "hey, remember that time when...?" because no one was there with me. (Obviously God was with me, and though I can say that stuff to Him, it does seem to help if I can do that with people I can physically see too.)
In any case, this is the picture that I took. I love these mountains!!!
I asked if anyone wanted to come with me as I took a quick picture or two. Eli, my sister's husband was willing, so off we went. He asked why I'd asked for someone to go with me. I responded by saying that its not quite a story if no one else is there. For example, on my way home from PNG, I had tons of crazy adventures, but I can call someone up or look over at a friend and say, "hey, remember that time when...?" because no one was there with me. (Obviously God was with me, and though I can say that stuff to Him, it does seem to help if I can do that with people I can physically see too.)
In any case, this is the picture that I took. I love these mountains!!!
Saturday, November 1, 2014
Christmas in November: Pic #23
I could tell something was different when I woke up this morning. I'd heard the forecasts the previous night, even saw some snow beginning to come down before bed, but I didn't give them much credit. There had been too many times when I would expect snow, look out my window, and frost would be it. Honestly, I didn't really like the thought of muddy, rainy, cold weather already.
I suppose that's what surprised me and kept me from returning to sleep in a bit more this morning. It was like Christmas was here early! I didn't think I had missed snow so much. After being in PNG for two winters, I hadn't seen snow in two years. I was so pumped up that I let the dogs out and in, fixed my breakfast, and ate it while staring at the snow. I felt like a kid who'd been waiting for snow forever.
Honestly, I've never been one that enjoys cold winds and slush, but if its going to be cold, it might as well snow! And not just snow, but stay for the day at least. (None of this... hmm, how to say it better... nope, I can't think of how... "half-ass" it stuff. None of that, and please do excuse the term. I honestly can't think of a better way to phrase it.)
Anyway, I even got to the point of playing some winter/Christmas songs. Now, to those of you who have your rule of not playing that kind of music until after Thanksgiving, I respect that. Why skip over a perfectly good holiday... but honestly, I will also do as I please in this and it just felt like it must be done.
On this day, I went out with my mom to purchase a few things. It was an adventure for sure and I'm pretty sure we caused our fair share of trouble in each and every place we went (there were four). In any case, it was a beautiful day, and I was enthralled to be surprised by such a day. (PS Time change happening tonight I'm told.)
Friday, October 31, 2014
Fortunate Family: Pic #22
It had felt like forever since hanging out with my middle brother. It was so good to hang out with him, my sister, and my mom for lunch today. We had a good time, and he even sang along with us in the car a bit. It seems to be the simple things as well as the relationships I treasure that make me enjoy life. I am fortunate to have the family that I do.
Since we ate at a Japanese place, we got fortune cookies. Mine said something about making an important, overdue decision in the future. Vague, yes... that's why they're in cookies... but I was presented with a decision that I will need to make in the coming weeks. I'm praying about it and seeing where God leads me on the decision. (Also, for a completely off-subject twist, I'm reading a book on the history of the Church and am finding myself really excited about it. Hmm... I guess I might be able to read other genres than fiction after all.)
Since we ate at a Japanese place, we got fortune cookies. Mine said something about making an important, overdue decision in the future. Vague, yes... that's why they're in cookies... but I was presented with a decision that I will need to make in the coming weeks. I'm praying about it and seeing where God leads me on the decision. (Also, for a completely off-subject twist, I'm reading a book on the history of the Church and am finding myself really excited about it. Hmm... I guess I might be able to read other genres than fiction after all.)
Thursday, October 30, 2014
I Saw the Sign: Pic #21
Wednesday, October 29, 2014
Yo Ho: Pic #20
Tonight was Trunk-Or-Treat and I had a blast! I didn't really get to walk around and see the other trunks, but I had my pirate theme all decked out (if you'll excuse the pun). I had my Jolly Roger hanging up, a skeleton stretched towards a chest of gold coins, a spinning hook toss (with glowing rings), pirate-y music playing, the verse from Luke 12:34, barrels/fruit drinks to give out, and, of course, my costume.
All at once, however, tons of kids came. Giving out the barrels AND helping kids play the hook toss was a bit challenging. My sister, her husband, and my brother showed up right in time. Honestly, they took it from there. I was so grateful! They handed out barrel drinks and I did the game. (One gold coin for one ring on the hook.) I think the kids had fun, and I appreciated their sweet comments about my trunk. Praise God for fun and especially for family willing to help out when I become overwhelmed.
Wrong Room: Pic #19
Anyway, I look back at pictures and remember the good times. This was one of them.
Monday, October 27, 2014
Pants: Pic #18
For example, my mom's pants (in the picture above). She has told me that there are places she doesn't wear these pants because some people think that they're a bit crazy and wild (for some work areas). There are also some places she may wear them regardless of those people's thoughts (because if they're judging someone in a negative way from awesome looking pants, they need to learn to get over it).
There are many things we use to test people. We have the same push for others to grow in stepping out of their comfort zones, but we don't usually like "throwing someone in the deep end in order to teach them how to swim". Thus, we test the waters, see how people react, and go from there. ...even with pants.
Sunday, October 26, 2014
Building Windows: Pic #17
I enjoyed playing Jenga with my bro and sis at the Minister Appreciation Night! I hope we always see whatever through together.
Hiking the Sites: Pic #16
Harry Potter Pup: Pic #15
Thursday, October 23, 2014
My Viewpoint: Pic #14
After this week and running everywhere, I was tired out! Still, I wanted to be productive and help out at my home too. I got to take a nap and then, with my refreshed energy, I mowed almost all of our land! To top it off, I did a little bit of mowing up on our hill. I absolutely love the view. Honestly, I like mowing quite a bit, but when it gives me an excuse to look at our beautiful mountains, how can I refuse?! I praise my wondrous God for His blessings and lovely creations!
Wednesday, October 22, 2014
Dog-sitting: Pic #13
I've been with these pups for about 5 days. I'm dog-sitting three others even now, but I've still had some good times with this pair.
Tuesday, October 21, 2014
Two Assassins: Pic #12
Thus, my picture of the day is of my youngest bro and one of his friends. They dressed up like their Assassin's Creed characters, did some free-running, and then walked around Wal-Mart while my mom and I picked up a few things. I especially enjoyed walking out of the store with them directly behind me. I'm really glad I knew these guys first of all, because I knew they wouldn't kill me, second, because there's a chance that they looked like my bodyguards, and third, because I love getting decked out too.
Monday, October 20, 2014
Pink Skies: Pic #11
Even after it seemed I had been driving almost all day (back and forth), God gave me a beautiful ending to the day.
Sunday, October 19, 2014
Presenting PNG: Pic #10
Why had I been nervous? Before I stood up to give my presentation on what I'd been up to in PNG, I felt weak and shaky. Even after eating a snack I still felt it (and usually snacks can work wonders with me). However, after seeking help from God, I gave my presentation and it went well. Praise the Lord! Those who'd come to listen were super sweet and encouraging. It was good to share my experience of PNG with more people once again.
God is so good. So why should I ever be anxious about anything? Here's my admission that I will do my best to quit... worrying. (It starts with admitting, right?)
Flying Color: Pic #9
After not feeling well yesterday, I thought I'd feel better today. In all consideration, (compared to yesterday) I felt great, but when compared to normal days, I still felt cruddy. I'd checked on all the dogs I'm caring for, gone to give my powerpoint presentation to a church (who supported me in PNG), and headed over to my sister's house where I wanted to give my support in a yard sale. I'd not felt wonderful since waking up, but by the time I was at her house, I was feeling worse.
Thankfully, she's hospitable and said I could lay down inside or whatever. (There are times when I'm sick that the only somewhat comfy place for me is on the floor... so I curled up on the floor for a bit.) Anyway, finally, God gave me some relief and strength to get up. My sister gave me a drink, and I started feeling better. From that point on, my strength and wellness started to improve.
It was a chilly day and we would both pray for the sun to come out more. When it would show, we would run into it for warmth. One of these times, when the sun started staying out a bit longer, a butterfly came along. It was beautiful! I got out my camera and was blessed to snap today's picture. Even in cold and dreary times, blessings flutter around, as long as we're still looking for them.
Thankfully, she's hospitable and said I could lay down inside or whatever. (There are times when I'm sick that the only somewhat comfy place for me is on the floor... so I curled up on the floor for a bit.) Anyway, finally, God gave me some relief and strength to get up. My sister gave me a drink, and I started feeling better. From that point on, my strength and wellness started to improve.
It was a chilly day and we would both pray for the sun to come out more. When it would show, we would run into it for warmth. One of these times, when the sun started staying out a bit longer, a butterfly came along. It was beautiful! I got out my camera and was blessed to snap today's picture. Even in cold and dreary times, blessings flutter around, as long as we're still looking for them.
Friday, October 17, 2014
Soup: Pic #8
The one day the sun finally came out, I got sick. I managed to eat breakfast and care for the dogs that I'm dog-sitting, but after that, it hit me.
I had to stop on the side of the road where the fresh air helped a bit. When I made it home, my stomach had waited long enough. After I had nothing left in my stomach, my brother got me some water and it settled for a while... until I got up in order to lie down. That's when it didn't want to tolerate water either. (I promise, I'm trying to be delicate on this topic.)
Thus, after hours of pain, body aches, and throwing up, my insides began to ease up. I figured, either way, I needed something in me, so I made what everyone makes when sick: chicken noodle soup.
So far so good. And with a bit of soup along with plenty of raised prayers, I've begun to feel better. (Does this count as something that would be in "Chicken Soup for the Soul"?)
I had to stop on the side of the road where the fresh air helped a bit. When I made it home, my stomach had waited long enough. After I had nothing left in my stomach, my brother got me some water and it settled for a while... until I got up in order to lie down. That's when it didn't want to tolerate water either. (I promise, I'm trying to be delicate on this topic.)
Thus, after hours of pain, body aches, and throwing up, my insides began to ease up. I figured, either way, I needed something in me, so I made what everyone makes when sick: chicken noodle soup.
So far so good. And with a bit of soup along with plenty of raised prayers, I've begun to feel better. (Does this count as something that would be in "Chicken Soup for the Soul"?)
Thursday, October 16, 2014
Eatin' Grass: Pic #7
Today, I started one of my mini-jobs. In other words, its a short-term kind of thing. This job is a dog-sitting/house-sitting job. (There are three super sweet dogs that I get to take care of.) It was a bit of a drive, but its beautiful!
When I took today's pic-of-the-day, my thought was "I can't believe I get to live here". I've always enjoyed this area, but the rain has dampened my spirits for a few days. Even through the rain, however, there are great sites.
For the record, PNG had some great areas, but I'm a mountain-girl. My heart will always be at home there. (PS Notice the three horses!!)
When I took today's pic-of-the-day, my thought was "I can't believe I get to live here". I've always enjoyed this area, but the rain has dampened my spirits for a few days. Even through the rain, however, there are great sites.
For the record, PNG had some great areas, but I'm a mountain-girl. My heart will always be at home there. (PS Notice the three horses!!)
Wednesday, October 15, 2014
Listening for God: Pic #6
"What are they doing?", you may ask. Well, believe it or not, we put these eye-covers (scarves and bandanas) on voluntarily. I got to tell my story to the Sr. High class. Mainly, the story I told was the steps I took towards missions.
This opportunity gave me a reason to look back at how I got over to PNG and who ultimately led me there. I also linked it to how God speaks to us. There are many ways He can get our attention, but I focused on when He steps in and talks directly to us and then how He also puts small directional signs in our way that we (if paying attention) can follow.
As for what's happening in the picture, its a game. For anyone who knows me or has had me as a teacher, I love making things fun! This game is "Obstacle". I split the participants into two teams. The first team would get blindfolded and wait until the second team was ready. The second team would put obstacles in the floor that the first team needed to avoid. The second team would decide who they would be calling to (within the second team only), but could not say their name. The first group had to figure out who was giving directions for them through all the other directions. It links to how we must listen for God's directions through the other voices of this world.
One of the students decided we could try to make things harder, so for round two, we made up sounds in place of commonly used directions. I guess, if you're working in a different culture and language than your own, it can have more barriers to what needs to be done.
In any case, I hope they had fun and learned something. I know I did.
Tuesday, October 14, 2014
A Pirate's Life for Me: Pic #5
Let's face it: anyone who has met me knows that I could never be a legit pirate. I'm not up for robbing people, causing others harm, or drinking lots of rum. However, the notion of freedom and adventure really sticks with me.
The life I lead may not always seem to be that of freedom and adventure, but I am blessed to know such things and have them present in my life. I hope you do too. Its also pretty sweet when I get to sit in my room with my brother watching One Piece (about Pirates) and have a flag up in my room. Represent!
"Seek freedom and it will lie stretched out before your eyes. If the endless dream guides your spirit, seize it! Raise your flag and stand tall!" ~ Jolly Rodger (One Piece)
"Now the Lord is the Spirit, and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom." ~ 1 Corinthians 3:17
Monday, October 13, 2014
A Twinkling of an Eye: Pic #4
Today, we went on an adventure. Further into the mountains we drove, to see more of the lovely changing colors of Autumn. While we were there, we snapped a few pictures, had some laughs, slid down railing, and had some fun. I had a little help choosing this picture from my sister. Yay!
Sunday, October 12, 2014
Three Rock-Stars: Pic #3
I love my church family. They honestly feel like my extended family. Ever since I was 16, I've been at my current church, and though change does happen every now and then, we're all still connected with invisible strings.
Today's picture is of three guys that I love to hear sing and harmonize together. Each of them has been an inspiration to me in some way and has a place in my heart. If I had a "book" of people that ROCK, in my humble opinion, these three would be in it. And thus, this is my picture of the day.
Today's picture is of three guys that I love to hear sing and harmonize together. Each of them has been an inspiration to me in some way and has a place in my heart. If I had a "book" of people that ROCK, in my humble opinion, these three would be in it. And thus, this is my picture of the day.
Saturday, October 11, 2014
Walking with Rain Drops: Pic #2
The entire day, I've been taking pictures with my mind and wondering
if they could be my "picture of the day". There was an orange 1967
Chevy van (with a tire on the front grill) that made me smile and wonder where its destination was. Next,
there was a brightly colored leaf that stuck briefly to my car's windshield wiper and
then blew away. I could only imagine what a lovely story it could've
told about today. But my mom suggested something earlier today and I knew I had to
snap a few pictures.
A short time ago while riding with my family, I commented that I would like to walk the linear trail sometime. I'd walked it with friends and family before, but it had been forever ago. I know for sure that I haven't walked it since I left for PNG so it'd definitely been awhile. I've also been trying to encourage my family members to get out and exercise more... as well as myself.
Therefore, it surprised me slightly when my mom said that we should go walking on the linear trail today, rain or shine. I had been looking forward to it for much of the day. It ended up being my mom, my sister, my dog, and I. We wondered if we'd get rained on, and we did. Thankfully, we didn't get drenched.
At one point, my dog saw a squirrel hesitate right in the middle of the path. My dog became still suddenly. Then, slowly, he began to creep towards it (almost like a lion while stalking its prey). It cracked all of us up, and I hope that moment never fades from my mind.
When I got the camera out to take a picture, we all were walking. Posed pictures have their place, but I wanted some action. I took three pictures, but for some reason (though it doesn't show our faces), I liked this one the best. Walks shouldn't be stopped very long to take pictures or living in the moment doesn't really happen. Thus, in a culture that selfies are on the rise, there is a hope in me to walk past pictures of me simply posing (although that may still happen occasionally) and be present wherever I find myself.
A short time ago while riding with my family, I commented that I would like to walk the linear trail sometime. I'd walked it with friends and family before, but it had been forever ago. I know for sure that I haven't walked it since I left for PNG so it'd definitely been awhile. I've also been trying to encourage my family members to get out and exercise more... as well as myself.
Therefore, it surprised me slightly when my mom said that we should go walking on the linear trail today, rain or shine. I had been looking forward to it for much of the day. It ended up being my mom, my sister, my dog, and I. We wondered if we'd get rained on, and we did. Thankfully, we didn't get drenched.
At one point, my dog saw a squirrel hesitate right in the middle of the path. My dog became still suddenly. Then, slowly, he began to creep towards it (almost like a lion while stalking its prey). It cracked all of us up, and I hope that moment never fades from my mind.
When I got the camera out to take a picture, we all were walking. Posed pictures have their place, but I wanted some action. I took three pictures, but for some reason (though it doesn't show our faces), I liked this one the best. Walks shouldn't be stopped very long to take pictures or living in the moment doesn't really happen. Thus, in a culture that selfies are on the rise, there is a hope in me to walk past pictures of me simply posing (although that may still happen occasionally) and be present wherever I find myself.
Friday, October 10, 2014
Glossed Colors: Photo #1
Since being back, picture taking has felt "lessened". I take some on my phone, but even then, there aren't too many. Honestly, I haven't blogged much either. I've been thinking through my life a bit lately. I mean, I still don't have a full-time job (though I am getting short-time jobs in which I'm grateful). I have began writing goals and "to-dos" out before each day so I might have more of a reason to get out of bed and stay that way.
I don't know about you, but I need incentives and fun things to look forward to. Even cleaning in order to help out my family will do. I'm usually very motivated when it comes to other people's expectations as well as creative possibilities.
Anyway, many friends of mine have done a photo-a-day kind of thing for a year. Let's just say that I've got some friends who take GORGEOUS photos!!!! When I look at some of my stuff, it looks just okay as compared to their stuff. However, for some reason, the thought has come into my head... and once I grab hold of an idea, its hard to let it go.
So on a day like today, when the rain poured down on the plethora of colors that Autumn so beautifully represents, I couldn't resist. I suppose there's something about rain that makes me want to sip a hot beverage while attempting to capture what I glimpse, breathe in, listen to, and feel and translate them into words that will probably never do it justice. That's where the picture comes in. Perhaps it can contribute to what words lack.
And thus, the picture is what I saw out of a window. It was while my Mom and I went to grab my brother something to eat (before he went off to escort a friend in a parade and the homecoming half-time of our high school's football game). Yes, it was a bit wet, but he looked good (wouldn't let me take a pic) and took an umbrella.
I must preface this challenge I've made in my head first. Each time I put a picture up, I have no obligations as to how short or long my words may be. I look at this as somewhat of a snap-shot journal of each day. Its so easy to get into a routine of simply stating, "this is what I did today... for the record", but I do hope for more.
So, Cheers!! ...to beginnings of trying something new... and seeing how long I keep it going.
Monday, October 6, 2014
Unemployment
There are some that would think that someone without a job has things pretty good. I mean, they don't have to do anything so its like a vacation, right? Well, from my experience, its not. I'm not saying that things are terrible, but after putting in so many applications and being rejected or not hearing anything at all, it becomes frustrating and boring.
For those who I am in contact with every week, I get to hear the same questions asked: do you have a job yet? Have you tried so and so yet? I know they mean well and even those that suggest jobs. I just don't want to hear it any more. I'll find something. Yep, I say this as my funds run away without me really having to do anything. Car insurance and phone bills come in and more money slips out. (Honestly, as a really quick side note: I hate insurance... especially when its required. I know why its there, but I still hate it.)
I don't want you to think that I'm between a rock and a hard place. Not yet anyway... but its coming. Living with my family is nice, but I don't want to be a burden on them either. I have so many ideas of what I'd LOVE to do, but I'd need money to start them off.
In any case, I have faith in God. Through all the years I've lived, He has always blessed me with having whatever is needed to get by. Thus, this experience shows me that this time will be no different. He has still been getting me small, short-term jobs every now and then that help out a bit. I look forward to seeing what He has in store for me. Maybe I'll just be a ho-bo.
For those who I am in contact with every week, I get to hear the same questions asked: do you have a job yet? Have you tried so and so yet? I know they mean well and even those that suggest jobs. I just don't want to hear it any more. I'll find something. Yep, I say this as my funds run away without me really having to do anything. Car insurance and phone bills come in and more money slips out. (Honestly, as a really quick side note: I hate insurance... especially when its required. I know why its there, but I still hate it.)
I don't want you to think that I'm between a rock and a hard place. Not yet anyway... but its coming. Living with my family is nice, but I don't want to be a burden on them either. I have so many ideas of what I'd LOVE to do, but I'd need money to start them off.
In any case, I have faith in God. Through all the years I've lived, He has always blessed me with having whatever is needed to get by. Thus, this experience shows me that this time will be no different. He has still been getting me small, short-term jobs every now and then that help out a bit. I look forward to seeing what He has in store for me. Maybe I'll just be a ho-bo.
Friday, August 29, 2014
Learning from Boys
Its obvious: men and women think differently. Why wouldn't we? We're made different. As my brothers continue to grow up, I find that they are indeed capable of a level of communication and maturity. It has been fascinating to see them develop into teenagers and the process has provided the opportunity to know them a bit deeper. Though I don't claim to always get along, there is something that they (along with other sources) have shown me; something in which I want to have.
It is said that girls can hold grudges forever, and I admit that rifts in relationships have the biggest chance of staying with us. It is this that I want to let go of. I'm not going to say that all guys react this way to every situation, but I have seen evidence of when they just letting things go.
When guys argue or fight, many times (after its done) they walk off as if nothing happened. Its like they got it out of their system and its finished. I want that and am trying to practice it. When I do, I imagine that whatever offense was said or whatever wrong was aimed is simply a single drop of water rolling off my back. The issue disappears and the world is okay again.
So what happens when the same person continues to hurt me in a way that most girls can't stand (in a relational capacity)? All the drops of water come back to mind and it seems like I'm swept away in a flood. In Matthew 18:22, it talks about forgiving "seventy times seven", or continuous forgiveness. I'm trying, but no one said forgiveness is easy. It also says (in Matt. 6:15), "but if you do not forgive others their sins, your Father will not forgive your sins." I know I'm no better than anyone else, and yet Jesus still took away my sins. And not only mine, but whoever is also being a jerk to me.
Let it roll off my back and be gone forever. Let me learn this from boys.
It is said that girls can hold grudges forever, and I admit that rifts in relationships have the biggest chance of staying with us. It is this that I want to let go of. I'm not going to say that all guys react this way to every situation, but I have seen evidence of when they just letting things go.
When guys argue or fight, many times (after its done) they walk off as if nothing happened. Its like they got it out of their system and its finished. I want that and am trying to practice it. When I do, I imagine that whatever offense was said or whatever wrong was aimed is simply a single drop of water rolling off my back. The issue disappears and the world is okay again.
So what happens when the same person continues to hurt me in a way that most girls can't stand (in a relational capacity)? All the drops of water come back to mind and it seems like I'm swept away in a flood. In Matthew 18:22, it talks about forgiving "seventy times seven", or continuous forgiveness. I'm trying, but no one said forgiveness is easy. It also says (in Matt. 6:15), "but if you do not forgive others their sins, your Father will not forgive your sins." I know I'm no better than anyone else, and yet Jesus still took away my sins. And not only mine, but whoever is also being a jerk to me.
Let it roll off my back and be gone forever. Let me learn this from boys.
Monday, June 30, 2014
2 and 1/2 months after PNG...
I've really appreciated being back Stateside, and especially back in my home church. When I got to worship there, the first time back from PNG, tears filled my eyes. I could sing in English, without people looking at me because I'm white, and I could harmonize without the group getting off key. I loved it.
Now, its been about 2 and 1/2 months since I got back. Just a few days ago, I unpacked my suitcases. "Why", you may ask? Well, I didn't have any good place to put anything. I was bunking with my sister since my former room had been taken over by items needing to be put somewhere. Now, I've got my sister's former room (she's married now) and am attempting to organize my former room as well as my present room. I'm still trying to get to some of the things in my former room, but that's only a matter of time.
In all of this, I have been blessed. As Sinatra sings, "I've been up and down and over and out, but I know one thing..." and for me, that's God's presence. He is with me and knows when I need whatever. In my church, we've been studying about suffering as God's provision. I look at things a bit different than many people around me now (though I kind of did before PNG too). Its like Paul: "in all things, I've learned to be content," though I still work on that one as well. As long as God is with me, I have no other want or need. He provides.
So, "what now?" Well, I don't know. I don't have a job quite yet. Am I going back to the mission field? I don't know. I've been thinking of being a foster/adoptive mom, possibly having a traveler's retreat and event barn... but God only knows what's truly next for me. Anyway, I suppose this is a small update to those who didn't already know. Ta!
Now, its been about 2 and 1/2 months since I got back. Just a few days ago, I unpacked my suitcases. "Why", you may ask? Well, I didn't have any good place to put anything. I was bunking with my sister since my former room had been taken over by items needing to be put somewhere. Now, I've got my sister's former room (she's married now) and am attempting to organize my former room as well as my present room. I'm still trying to get to some of the things in my former room, but that's only a matter of time.
In all of this, I have been blessed. As Sinatra sings, "I've been up and down and over and out, but I know one thing..." and for me, that's God's presence. He is with me and knows when I need whatever. In my church, we've been studying about suffering as God's provision. I look at things a bit different than many people around me now (though I kind of did before PNG too). Its like Paul: "in all things, I've learned to be content," though I still work on that one as well. As long as God is with me, I have no other want or need. He provides.
So, "what now?" Well, I don't know. I don't have a job quite yet. Am I going back to the mission field? I don't know. I've been thinking of being a foster/adoptive mom, possibly having a traveler's retreat and event barn... but God only knows what's truly next for me. Anyway, I suppose this is a small update to those who didn't already know. Ta!
Sunday, April 20, 2014
Counting Blessings
Tuesday (April 15th)
First Flight:
It didn’t feel real when Bethaney and I drove to the airport. I wasn’t truly leaving PNG, right? I must be going to Ukarumpa or a village or something. It’d been a total of 1 year, 8 months and 15 days that I’d been out of the USA. It seemed like another “ordinary” day in the Land of the Unexpected.
The first blessing I count is Bethaney. She was an advocate for me in trying to get my heavy baggage fees lowered. It didn’t completely work, but she made quite an attempt. Because of her, I decided that I needed to stand up for myself (especially during this trip) and not back down after someone says “no” once. Its hard for me because I figure whoever else knows more than I do; plus, I don’t like conflicts either. Still, this first blessing made a big impact on the rest of my travels home.
Before boarding, I ate my 3 bush biscuits/crackers, some peanut M&Ms, and the rest of my Powerade. (I’m glad I ate when I did!!) I hugged Bethaney, waved one more time before climbing the steps into the airplane, and headed out. I had two big suitcases as checked baggage, one carry-on, and one bilum/purse. My carry-on was too big for this plane’s over-head compartments, so it was sent down with the other baggage.
Second Flight:
The plane flew me to Lae and I was to get on another plane to Port Moresby. I’m just glad I didn’t miss it. I wasn’t sure if I had to go inside and they’d call us or if I needed to get on right then. Well, I went inside. Thankfully, I soon realized that I needed to ask somebody about it, and I did. They checked me off the list and I got on the next plane. I asked the steward about my carry-on and there was much bustle about it. At one point, I was called to go out of the plane and confirm it had been transferred. The luggage guy said it had so I got on the plane again. The steward guy kinda hit on me during the flight, but it wasn’t one of those annoying or creepy experiences. He was nice but I was flying out of the country. I was glad when he didn’t ask for my number or address.
Third Flight:
After that, we landed, I got my two big suitcases and one smaller carry-on (--it was there so blessing number 2--), and went to check in for my next flight to Brisbane. The girl said that Virgin Australia only allowed one bag and that I had to pay 250 kina for extra luggage. I asked for a discount, told her I didn’t see anything on the website (it was hard to navigate that website in the first place), and really stood up for myself like I’d never done before. (She was sweet though so there wasn’t friction.) Finally, I asked if 100 US dollars would be enough for that. She checked with a coworker and said no. I asked if she could hold my bags while I checked out the exchange place. She did.
When I got through the line, I asked them how much US cash would it take to get 250 kina. The lady said $104. I had it so I took it! I paid for my luggage and kept praying that I wouldn’t have to pay much more for it (as I only had $255 to begin with--saving $60 for my Delta flight since they’re upfront about cost-- thus leaving me with $91). Blessing #3 is that I had the money to get my luggage through and a bonus was that the guy hooked me up with a free temporary Australian visa (since I'd be there over 8 hours). While I was waiting for my flight, I met an elderly chap going to Brisbane too. He was cute and sweet.
Well, when I got on the flight, where I had two guys jump up to help me get my carry-on in the over-head compartment (blessing number 4). The plane staff offered snacks and food if you had AUS dollars or NZL money. I had neither. The stewardess gave me cheese and crackers for free when I explained my situation. The two guys beside me joked about it (fun guys), and then one gave me an apple later. Blessings 5 and 6 are the food items that they gave because by then I was really hungry (and since I’m hyperglycemic, its best to keep me fed.)
Fourth Flight:
When I landed in Brisbane, I got my checked luggage again and went through customs. The guys there were really nice and appreciated the conditions of all of my things except my cassowary bone. I guess lacquer isn’t enough when it seems to still have gunk still in it. (They said they could've let it go if I was flying out from there, but nope.) They also took a couple of shells that they said can have slug eggs lying dormant for years and then can hatch later (bringing a couple of diseases along with them). I wasn’t going to pay 60 AUS dollars for these things to be treated over a month (because, let’s face it... I was leaving the next day). However, blessing number 7 was that I got to keep everything else that I brought through customs (and the guys were nice and informative).
I checked in for my next flight to Sydney where --blessing number 8-- the lady didn’t charge me for my extra weight in my luggage (one being 4 kg over and the other 1 kg over). I met a nice couple that had just gotten back from the Solomon Islands and we road the bus together (as I got to the domestic terminal).
I checked the gate number and found I had a little bit of time. I went and bought my brother a boomerang (because that’s the only thing he really asked for) and they took my US money and gave me a little AUS change in return. I was now at $71 and went looking for some kind of snack to hold me over. I found a Boost bar and asked the super awesome and extroverted guy if he accepts US dollars. Along with a conversation as to where I’d just come from and that he can’t speak Pidgin well, he said they don’t accept US dollars. I mentioned that I had a little change, but that I was sure it didn’t amount to 3.50 AUS. He said to pull it out and we’ll see. I pulled it out and without counting, he said, “that’ll do”. Blessing number 9... this guy!
I ate the Boost bar with much gusto and met two little girls with their dad (as well as another guy who was from Oregon but lived in Sydney now). The girls were around 3 and 2 years old and liked Dora the Explorer. The dad jokingly asked if I was available for the next week. I almost wish I was. They were cute kids and a bit of a handful for the dad. Blessing number 10: meeting the kids.
Well, I got on the plane (where they fed us a meal!!! aka blessing number 11) and listened to some music. When I landed, it was around 10pm and almost everything in the airport was closed (including the exchange places). I should’ve exchanged money in Brisbane, but I got distracted. I found a baggage holding place and they said it would be 15 AUS for each bag. I said that I only have US dollars and the guy said it had to be prepaid. It was raining, I didn’t have any other option, and he saw that. I was traveling alone and lugging two big bags, a carry-on, and a bilum wouldn’t really work. He gave me a break and said I could pay tomorrow with AUS money (blessing number 12).
I figured in my mind I needed to keep at least $30 back (though probably a bit more since the AUS dollar is stronger that the US currency at the moment. Thus, I had $41 left. The cabs and train people wouldn’t take US money and one of the guys around said he could take me to Cambridge Lodge since it was on his way home (if I didn’t mind waiting until 11pm). It was shady and I promise you, I talked to just about EVERYONE for any other option. One guy took $20 of my dollars and gave me 20 AUS dollars (so that was something), but by that time, it was about 11pm so I took the ride.
I told him I was nervous and why I was. He was cool about it and so it worked out. He got me to where I needed to go and headed out. He was SUCH a blessing (thus, blessing number 13). I emailed my family and a friend from PNG to let everyone know that I was safe. It was cold when I got in bed, but it was so good to sleep!
Longest Wednesday (April 16th)
Fifth Flight:
On the start of Wednesday, I woke up in the hostel, ate some cereal, and checked out. I asked which way to get to the train station and it wasn’t too confusing (thankfully). When I got there, I had to ask this family what I was suppose to do because there was a huge machine with TONS of buttons and I couldn’t find my destination. They helped me (blessing 14) and thanks to the guy who swapped me $20 for $20 AUS, I was able to get a ticket with a little change back. I missed the first train because of confusion on my part, but got a train, made it to the domestic airport, exchanged money, paid for my two big bags, and headed towards the train again to make it to the international airport (ridiculous really--- come on Sydney airport). Since the elevator was broken, I started shifting my luggage (two big, one smaller, and a full bilum) onto the escalator. The big ones tilted and almost slipped out of my hands and down the moving staircase, but instead, my body stretched to it’s limits and held the luggage together. A sweet couple (Peter and Elizabeth) saw my struggle and asked if they could help (since they were going to the international airport as well). Blessing number 15!!!!!
They dropped me off at my check-in point and we said our goodbyes. I met a lady from Britain in line who was going to visit a friend. We talked about luggage and such, but it was good to chat with a friendly stranger. My luggage wasn’t charged (and the lady said it would’ve been $75 if it was --blessing 16). I got on the plane, watched “Catching Fire” as well as the “Hobbit 2”, got a slight bit of sleep (or at least zoned off), saw the sunset from on top of the world (flippin’ gorgeous --and blessing 17), and helped some New Zealand cheerleaders with the U.S.A. states.
On all of the flights I’d had, I was sitting in the window seat which is blessing 18. When I got off in Dallas, I got my luggage (and a paper cut from one of the tags), was picked up by Bill and Charliece, and got to call my Mom (blessing 19). They let me see who was at the office at PBT and then let me chill/nap. Later, we went to eat at Subway (yum!!! and blessing 20), and then watched “The Croods” on Netflix (funny and blessing 21). It was so good to laugh and watch it with Papa Smurf. I met a lady named Tammy who had made me a gift bag with my name on it that had lots of goodies in it (awesome!!!!) Later Bob and Jacque came by and talked a little bit. When I had packed the other things into my luggage, I headed to bed. I slept all through the night!
Thursday (April 17th)
Sixth Flight:
I woke up early, got ready, and ate some Honey Nut Cheerios (Medley Crunch) ---good stuff! When Bob and Jacque came to pick me up, I hugged Bill and Charliece goodbye and headed back to the airport. When I got there, the guy said I had 10 lbs over on one bag. Jacque was able to take a few things (because this guy was going to charge me) and then we made it upstairs. I hugged Bob and Jacque goodbye and went through. I had an isle seat for this and the next flight.
Seventh (and last) Flight:
When I got into Atlanta, I was confused about my luggage and so went to make sure it wasn’t at the baggage claim. Well, that meant that I had to go through security again (though thankfully my baggage went on to my next flight. On the flight, I met a guy from Norway (which is funny since the two guys on my third flight were kidding around that they only had “Norwegian” money so they should get free cheese and crackers too).
When I got off the plane, I was so excited! I walked through and saw a sign saying “Welcome Home Michelle” in green (favorite color). I walked through the doors and felt like a movie star or something. I hugged my Dad and everyone else there (that I knew... obviously). Those at the airport also included my Mom, Danielle, Thomas, Lara, Regina, Scotty, Sheila and Jackson, Dawson, and Chris! I got a rose, a card, and some more hugs. Loved it!!!!!
We got my luggage and went to Pizza Hut. Those that were there were Joyce, John C., Linda, Kathy and Betty Ann, Kristy, Jon, Chris K., Lara, Kevin and Laura, Bobby and Regina, Robbie, Mom, Dad, Danielle, and Thomas. I had an absolute blast! The pizza and sweet tea was good too! All of these people add up to blessings as well. I also believe safety and provision from God was a huge blessing throughout all of this trip. Thus, There are really too many blessings to count...
What's Up For Now:
I’m glad to be home. There are some questions that I’m already hearing over and over. One of them being, “what are you doing next?” I don't know. I'll let you know when I know something. For now, I’m doing my best to give myself a week or two in order to get over some initial re-entry stress and jet-lag. I praise God for what He has done, but need to keep reminding myself to have a break. At times, my chest feels heavy, like I’ve just run a marathon and I struggle to catch my breath. With so many people that I’ve missed for this long, its hard for me to stop and rest. I’m trying. I can’t wait to catch up with everyone and see what God has next for me... but for now, I’ll try and “be still”.
Thank you for joining me on my adventure from Papua New Guinea to Tennessee (USA). I was blessed (no doubt by the many prayers that were lifted on behalf of me). Thank you and love you!
First Flight:
It didn’t feel real when Bethaney and I drove to the airport. I wasn’t truly leaving PNG, right? I must be going to Ukarumpa or a village or something. It’d been a total of 1 year, 8 months and 15 days that I’d been out of the USA. It seemed like another “ordinary” day in the Land of the Unexpected.
The first blessing I count is Bethaney. She was an advocate for me in trying to get my heavy baggage fees lowered. It didn’t completely work, but she made quite an attempt. Because of her, I decided that I needed to stand up for myself (especially during this trip) and not back down after someone says “no” once. Its hard for me because I figure whoever else knows more than I do; plus, I don’t like conflicts either. Still, this first blessing made a big impact on the rest of my travels home.
Before boarding, I ate my 3 bush biscuits/crackers, some peanut M&Ms, and the rest of my Powerade. (I’m glad I ate when I did!!) I hugged Bethaney, waved one more time before climbing the steps into the airplane, and headed out. I had two big suitcases as checked baggage, one carry-on, and one bilum/purse. My carry-on was too big for this plane’s over-head compartments, so it was sent down with the other baggage.
Second Flight:
The plane flew me to Lae and I was to get on another plane to Port Moresby. I’m just glad I didn’t miss it. I wasn’t sure if I had to go inside and they’d call us or if I needed to get on right then. Well, I went inside. Thankfully, I soon realized that I needed to ask somebody about it, and I did. They checked me off the list and I got on the next plane. I asked the steward about my carry-on and there was much bustle about it. At one point, I was called to go out of the plane and confirm it had been transferred. The luggage guy said it had so I got on the plane again. The steward guy kinda hit on me during the flight, but it wasn’t one of those annoying or creepy experiences. He was nice but I was flying out of the country. I was glad when he didn’t ask for my number or address.
Third Flight:
After that, we landed, I got my two big suitcases and one smaller carry-on (--it was there so blessing number 2--), and went to check in for my next flight to Brisbane. The girl said that Virgin Australia only allowed one bag and that I had to pay 250 kina for extra luggage. I asked for a discount, told her I didn’t see anything on the website (it was hard to navigate that website in the first place), and really stood up for myself like I’d never done before. (She was sweet though so there wasn’t friction.) Finally, I asked if 100 US dollars would be enough for that. She checked with a coworker and said no. I asked if she could hold my bags while I checked out the exchange place. She did.
When I got through the line, I asked them how much US cash would it take to get 250 kina. The lady said $104. I had it so I took it! I paid for my luggage and kept praying that I wouldn’t have to pay much more for it (as I only had $255 to begin with--saving $60 for my Delta flight since they’re upfront about cost-- thus leaving me with $91). Blessing #3 is that I had the money to get my luggage through and a bonus was that the guy hooked me up with a free temporary Australian visa (since I'd be there over 8 hours). While I was waiting for my flight, I met an elderly chap going to Brisbane too. He was cute and sweet.
Well, when I got on the flight, where I had two guys jump up to help me get my carry-on in the over-head compartment (blessing number 4). The plane staff offered snacks and food if you had AUS dollars or NZL money. I had neither. The stewardess gave me cheese and crackers for free when I explained my situation. The two guys beside me joked about it (fun guys), and then one gave me an apple later. Blessings 5 and 6 are the food items that they gave because by then I was really hungry (and since I’m hyperglycemic, its best to keep me fed.)
Fourth Flight:
When I landed in Brisbane, I got my checked luggage again and went through customs. The guys there were really nice and appreciated the conditions of all of my things except my cassowary bone. I guess lacquer isn’t enough when it seems to still have gunk still in it. (They said they could've let it go if I was flying out from there, but nope.) They also took a couple of shells that they said can have slug eggs lying dormant for years and then can hatch later (bringing a couple of diseases along with them). I wasn’t going to pay 60 AUS dollars for these things to be treated over a month (because, let’s face it... I was leaving the next day). However, blessing number 7 was that I got to keep everything else that I brought through customs (and the guys were nice and informative).
I checked in for my next flight to Sydney where --blessing number 8-- the lady didn’t charge me for my extra weight in my luggage (one being 4 kg over and the other 1 kg over). I met a nice couple that had just gotten back from the Solomon Islands and we road the bus together (as I got to the domestic terminal).
I checked the gate number and found I had a little bit of time. I went and bought my brother a boomerang (because that’s the only thing he really asked for) and they took my US money and gave me a little AUS change in return. I was now at $71 and went looking for some kind of snack to hold me over. I found a Boost bar and asked the super awesome and extroverted guy if he accepts US dollars. Along with a conversation as to where I’d just come from and that he can’t speak Pidgin well, he said they don’t accept US dollars. I mentioned that I had a little change, but that I was sure it didn’t amount to 3.50 AUS. He said to pull it out and we’ll see. I pulled it out and without counting, he said, “that’ll do”. Blessing number 9... this guy!
I ate the Boost bar with much gusto and met two little girls with their dad (as well as another guy who was from Oregon but lived in Sydney now). The girls were around 3 and 2 years old and liked Dora the Explorer. The dad jokingly asked if I was available for the next week. I almost wish I was. They were cute kids and a bit of a handful for the dad. Blessing number 10: meeting the kids.
Well, I got on the plane (where they fed us a meal!!! aka blessing number 11) and listened to some music. When I landed, it was around 10pm and almost everything in the airport was closed (including the exchange places). I should’ve exchanged money in Brisbane, but I got distracted. I found a baggage holding place and they said it would be 15 AUS for each bag. I said that I only have US dollars and the guy said it had to be prepaid. It was raining, I didn’t have any other option, and he saw that. I was traveling alone and lugging two big bags, a carry-on, and a bilum wouldn’t really work. He gave me a break and said I could pay tomorrow with AUS money (blessing number 12).
I figured in my mind I needed to keep at least $30 back (though probably a bit more since the AUS dollar is stronger that the US currency at the moment. Thus, I had $41 left. The cabs and train people wouldn’t take US money and one of the guys around said he could take me to Cambridge Lodge since it was on his way home (if I didn’t mind waiting until 11pm). It was shady and I promise you, I talked to just about EVERYONE for any other option. One guy took $20 of my dollars and gave me 20 AUS dollars (so that was something), but by that time, it was about 11pm so I took the ride.
I told him I was nervous and why I was. He was cool about it and so it worked out. He got me to where I needed to go and headed out. He was SUCH a blessing (thus, blessing number 13). I emailed my family and a friend from PNG to let everyone know that I was safe. It was cold when I got in bed, but it was so good to sleep!
Longest Wednesday (April 16th)
Fifth Flight:
On the start of Wednesday, I woke up in the hostel, ate some cereal, and checked out. I asked which way to get to the train station and it wasn’t too confusing (thankfully). When I got there, I had to ask this family what I was suppose to do because there was a huge machine with TONS of buttons and I couldn’t find my destination. They helped me (blessing 14) and thanks to the guy who swapped me $20 for $20 AUS, I was able to get a ticket with a little change back. I missed the first train because of confusion on my part, but got a train, made it to the domestic airport, exchanged money, paid for my two big bags, and headed towards the train again to make it to the international airport (ridiculous really--- come on Sydney airport). Since the elevator was broken, I started shifting my luggage (two big, one smaller, and a full bilum) onto the escalator. The big ones tilted and almost slipped out of my hands and down the moving staircase, but instead, my body stretched to it’s limits and held the luggage together. A sweet couple (Peter and Elizabeth) saw my struggle and asked if they could help (since they were going to the international airport as well). Blessing number 15!!!!!
They dropped me off at my check-in point and we said our goodbyes. I met a lady from Britain in line who was going to visit a friend. We talked about luggage and such, but it was good to chat with a friendly stranger. My luggage wasn’t charged (and the lady said it would’ve been $75 if it was --blessing 16). I got on the plane, watched “Catching Fire” as well as the “Hobbit 2”, got a slight bit of sleep (or at least zoned off), saw the sunset from on top of the world (flippin’ gorgeous --and blessing 17), and helped some New Zealand cheerleaders with the U.S.A. states.
On all of the flights I’d had, I was sitting in the window seat which is blessing 18. When I got off in Dallas, I got my luggage (and a paper cut from one of the tags), was picked up by Bill and Charliece, and got to call my Mom (blessing 19). They let me see who was at the office at PBT and then let me chill/nap. Later, we went to eat at Subway (yum!!! and blessing 20), and then watched “The Croods” on Netflix (funny and blessing 21). It was so good to laugh and watch it with Papa Smurf. I met a lady named Tammy who had made me a gift bag with my name on it that had lots of goodies in it (awesome!!!!) Later Bob and Jacque came by and talked a little bit. When I had packed the other things into my luggage, I headed to bed. I slept all through the night!
Thursday (April 17th)
Sixth Flight:
I woke up early, got ready, and ate some Honey Nut Cheerios (Medley Crunch) ---good stuff! When Bob and Jacque came to pick me up, I hugged Bill and Charliece goodbye and headed back to the airport. When I got there, the guy said I had 10 lbs over on one bag. Jacque was able to take a few things (because this guy was going to charge me) and then we made it upstairs. I hugged Bob and Jacque goodbye and went through. I had an isle seat for this and the next flight.
Seventh (and last) Flight:
When I got into Atlanta, I was confused about my luggage and so went to make sure it wasn’t at the baggage claim. Well, that meant that I had to go through security again (though thankfully my baggage went on to my next flight. On the flight, I met a guy from Norway (which is funny since the two guys on my third flight were kidding around that they only had “Norwegian” money so they should get free cheese and crackers too).
When I got off the plane, I was so excited! I walked through and saw a sign saying “Welcome Home Michelle” in green (favorite color). I walked through the doors and felt like a movie star or something. I hugged my Dad and everyone else there (that I knew... obviously). Those at the airport also included my Mom, Danielle, Thomas, Lara, Regina, Scotty, Sheila and Jackson, Dawson, and Chris! I got a rose, a card, and some more hugs. Loved it!!!!!
We got my luggage and went to Pizza Hut. Those that were there were Joyce, John C., Linda, Kathy and Betty Ann, Kristy, Jon, Chris K., Lara, Kevin and Laura, Bobby and Regina, Robbie, Mom, Dad, Danielle, and Thomas. I had an absolute blast! The pizza and sweet tea was good too! All of these people add up to blessings as well. I also believe safety and provision from God was a huge blessing throughout all of this trip. Thus, There are really too many blessings to count...
What's Up For Now:
I’m glad to be home. There are some questions that I’m already hearing over and over. One of them being, “what are you doing next?” I don't know. I'll let you know when I know something. For now, I’m doing my best to give myself a week or two in order to get over some initial re-entry stress and jet-lag. I praise God for what He has done, but need to keep reminding myself to have a break. At times, my chest feels heavy, like I’ve just run a marathon and I struggle to catch my breath. With so many people that I’ve missed for this long, its hard for me to stop and rest. I’m trying. I can’t wait to catch up with everyone and see what God has next for me... but for now, I’ll try and “be still”.
Thank you for joining me on my adventure from Papua New Guinea to Tennessee (USA). I was blessed (no doubt by the many prayers that were lifted on behalf of me). Thank you and love you!
Monday, March 24, 2014
Too Tired!! (Working in Another Language)
We’re in our second week of teaching a computer course to nine nationals. Six different language groups are represented and we’re teaching in Pidgin (the trade language of PNG). There’s been four of us involved in teaching and I mainly do the typing (with accuracy and speed), have done some editing lessons, and help out individuals when they need it. I don’t have a huge or difficult part in this, but I still feel spent after each day.
Recently, when I would work with a group, I would start them off with what they were to do and then go back to my office to input corrections and make books as well as whatever else I needed to do. I wasn’t using Pidgin through most of the day. I felt this heaviness in my head when I was in Village Living and Gandep.
The thing is that these guys that I work with are also having two languages in their heads. To most, Pidgin is their second or third language too. This is one HUGE reason that there are still translation projects in progress in these different languages. When I read the Bible in Pidgin, it doesn’t really hit my heart like it does when I read it in my first language. I believe that this is our push: for these languages here in PNG to have God’s Word in their first (or heart) languages.
While I’ve been here, I’ve focused on literacy work. I mean, what’s the use in having the Word of God in their language if they can’t read or understand it? And here I am, coming close to the end of my time in Papua New Guinea. I’m helping with a computer course in order to help these guys (that are involved in their translation projects as well as are leaders in their communities) so the translation process might be furthered and sped along.
May the work here be continued until completion despite hardships and barriers... even when another language in my head tires me out without my immediate notice.
Recently, when I would work with a group, I would start them off with what they were to do and then go back to my office to input corrections and make books as well as whatever else I needed to do. I wasn’t using Pidgin through most of the day. I felt this heaviness in my head when I was in Village Living and Gandep.
The thing is that these guys that I work with are also having two languages in their heads. To most, Pidgin is their second or third language too. This is one HUGE reason that there are still translation projects in progress in these different languages. When I read the Bible in Pidgin, it doesn’t really hit my heart like it does when I read it in my first language. I believe that this is our push: for these languages here in PNG to have God’s Word in their first (or heart) languages.
While I’ve been here, I’ve focused on literacy work. I mean, what’s the use in having the Word of God in their language if they can’t read or understand it? And here I am, coming close to the end of my time in Papua New Guinea. I’m helping with a computer course in order to help these guys (that are involved in their translation projects as well as are leaders in their communities) so the translation process might be furthered and sped along.
May the work here be continued until completion despite hardships and barriers... even when another language in my head tires me out without my immediate notice.
Making Lists (About to Leave)
Maybe this is a girl thing... and maybe not, but I make lists. Lists help me to remember what all I’m not suppose to forget. Ya know, things I need to get done. The problem comes when I either forget before I can write it down or end up making more than one list and lose one.
Anyway, I’ve been making many lists. Why? By this weekend, I’ll pack up my house into two places: what I need for Gandep and the rest of my things that I will be taking home. Once I’m back from Gandep, I’ll have a day (or maybe two) to be ready to fly back to the U. S. of A. and I can only wonder at how out of it I’m gonna be. First off, there’s the jet-lag and time change. Second, there’s going from the bush to big cities in a short amount of time. And Third, I’m going to be saying goodbye to lots of wonderful people and saying hello to many I haven’t seen in almost 2 years.
Therefore, if you encounter me along this time frame, speak with love and give me grace... and let me make a new list. ;)
Anyway, I’ve been making many lists. Why? By this weekend, I’ll pack up my house into two places: what I need for Gandep and the rest of my things that I will be taking home. Once I’m back from Gandep, I’ll have a day (or maybe two) to be ready to fly back to the U. S. of A. and I can only wonder at how out of it I’m gonna be. First off, there’s the jet-lag and time change. Second, there’s going from the bush to big cities in a short amount of time. And Third, I’m going to be saying goodbye to lots of wonderful people and saying hello to many I haven’t seen in almost 2 years.
Therefore, if you encounter me along this time frame, speak with love and give me grace... and let me make a new list. ;)
Thursday, March 6, 2014
Meeting a World Traveler
I knew he was coming, but I didn’t expect to meet him so soon! I had just received a letter and there he was; Flat Stanley. He’d come all the way from Telford, Tennessee in the USA to Madang in Papua New Guinea. One of our mutual friends arranged it. A second grader named Connor that I know from my church.
Connor’s class is learning about how long it takes for mail to reach different parts of the world (as well as where other places are, what kind of things are there, and so on). Its such a good learning experience and a wonderful way to get others around the world involved. (I believe there is a book about Flat Stanley. For more information, look the book up.)
I cannot express how much fun and joy I receive from these kinds of things. One of my friends from college sent me letters from her class. They asked questions about what I do here as well as questions in general. I wrote back to all of them. Yay for pen pals! Another one of my friends wanted to have her class do something like this, but ran out of time. Some classes from my church back home have sent me letters and such from the kids. I love the letters and cards from others too. There’s just something about having a written conversation or participation that gets me excited. It does take time, but when others ask it of me (and let’s face it, when kids ask it), how can I say “no”?
So I guess what I’m saying is “thank you” to the kids, families, friends, and so on who have sent me something. Thank you to those who have prayed and supported me living here. Thank you for encouragements and love reaching around the world. And I send “thank you’s” to those who ask me to be involved in what you’re doing as well.
Often times, I say that life is messy and it is. But life is also lives being woven together. Without others, life probably wouldn’t be as fun or intricate. Its so good to amalgamate in a colorful conglomeration forming a musical melody of sorts! (Yes, get the dictionary out.)
Connor’s class is learning about how long it takes for mail to reach different parts of the world (as well as where other places are, what kind of things are there, and so on). Its such a good learning experience and a wonderful way to get others around the world involved. (I believe there is a book about Flat Stanley. For more information, look the book up.)
I cannot express how much fun and joy I receive from these kinds of things. One of my friends from college sent me letters from her class. They asked questions about what I do here as well as questions in general. I wrote back to all of them. Yay for pen pals! Another one of my friends wanted to have her class do something like this, but ran out of time. Some classes from my church back home have sent me letters and such from the kids. I love the letters and cards from others too. There’s just something about having a written conversation or participation that gets me excited. It does take time, but when others ask it of me (and let’s face it, when kids ask it), how can I say “no”?
So I guess what I’m saying is “thank you” to the kids, families, friends, and so on who have sent me something. Thank you to those who have prayed and supported me living here. Thank you for encouragements and love reaching around the world. And I send “thank you’s” to those who ask me to be involved in what you’re doing as well.
Often times, I say that life is messy and it is. But life is also lives being woven together. Without others, life probably wouldn’t be as fun or intricate. Its so good to amalgamate in a colorful conglomeration forming a musical melody of sorts! (Yes, get the dictionary out.)
Monday, February 24, 2014
My: Future. Travel. People
I realized I hadn’t blogged in a while, so I tried to think about what all has been on my mind lately. To sum it all up, the word “future” might be fitting. I’m in PNG still, but will be heading back to the States in April. Already, I’ve been hearing phrases like, “are you counting down the days yet”, “what are you going to eat first”, and “are you planning on coming back”.
The first phrase implies that I’m excited to get back to the States, and honestly, I’m stoked! I’ve missed friends, family, and Tennessee’s mountains. It’ll be great to reconnect with everyone (and get to wear things like jeans). I’m not yet counting down in days; that count-down starts when I hit April. I’m trying to stick to weeks right now. Not counting the rest of this week, there are 6 weeks and a few days left. As each week goes by, it seems to go a little bit faster than the last. I don’t want to wish this time away. I want to enjoy the remainder of my time here. I want to live in the Present and keep getting work done. There are some things that I’m doing in preparation for heading back so maybe those things are mixing into the Present time (or the times I’m striving to be “present”). So, yeah, I’ve still got a little while more in this country, and yes, I’m extremely looking forward to getting Stateside, but I might be a little dizzy from both.
The second question could imply a few things, but I’ll just go with “the foods that we don’t have over here” implication. In college, I remember hearing about the “freshman fifteen” (either gaining or losing weight during this time). I feel like I’ve gotten more in shape while I’ve been here. I still admit that I could eat healthier (and will continue to try and try again towards that goal). I wonder if I’ll go through the “furlough fifteen”. Its the same concept. What can I say? People like alliteration. For some reason, I’ve thought about Pizza Hut’s stuffed-crust pizzas since I got here. There are other things that I’m excited to have around again, but my first thought is always pizza. Its not even like I ate there lots before coming to PNG, but if pizzas here are compared to Pizza Hut, they don’t really come close. When I get to the States, I want to continue exercising 5 times a week. With that, comes eating healthy. The fact that others may want to either take me out to eat or fix food for me is super sweet. However, I have to be careful. Maybe I can get a group together that wants to keep each other accountable for exercising and eating healthy.
Now comes the third question: “are you coming back?” Well, as I’ve tried to inform people thus far, I’m going to re-evaluate everything after this. This is where things get more crowded in my mind. One thing I have to remind myself is that I’m not here to please people. I will be a helper, friend, sister, encourager, and a servant to others. Nevertheless, I can’t please everyone. I say this first because I try. Yep, I try to please people all the time. I respect everyone’s opinions and love everyone I meet. So, there are some people who believe that they are right and that everyone else should think the same way as them. I am the opposite. I may not believe in what someone else believes, but I will either say nothing or almost go along with the other person because I don’t want them to think that I’m judging them. I don’t want to be like that and I don’t want to be the other extreme either. I’ve been trying to live in loving others no matter their choices or beliefs, and yet want to practice sharing what I believe as well. I hate conflict and, while growing up, I felt like “disagreeing” was a huge part of conflict. Now, I’m working on what it looks like to disagree and still continue being friends.
Anyway, coming back to the third question, there are many thoughts going through my head. Many options. I could come back and serve here in PNG. I could serve somewhere else in the world. I could stay in Tennessee and witness there. (Pretty much, anywhere I end up, I will want to serve and witness in my love for God and His people. The way I make a living might be a different issue. Will I get married? I’m not opposed, though it kind of involves finding an awesome guy. Will I have kids? That one is a “yes” if I have anything to do with it. I really want to adopt, so we’ll see when and how that happens. Whatever happens, I refuse to have a boring life. Though my life may be but a mist, I’d have it be a refreshing and lovely mist.
In all of this, I have made wonderful friends here. One thing about being a missionary: people seem to transition lots. They come for a while, touch your life, and go somewhere else for a while (whether that’s out to a village, back to the States, or wherever). I’m sure someone more famous and eloquent has captured the thought I will express next in a better way, but I still will say it. When you travel to another place, meet people, and live life, from that first time away, there will always be someone that will be missed (being apart from you). That being said, I will never regret traveling, because everyone I happen to meet is worth meeting. Through others, we have the opportunity to be connected into one family. Nice to meet you.
The first phrase implies that I’m excited to get back to the States, and honestly, I’m stoked! I’ve missed friends, family, and Tennessee’s mountains. It’ll be great to reconnect with everyone (and get to wear things like jeans). I’m not yet counting down in days; that count-down starts when I hit April. I’m trying to stick to weeks right now. Not counting the rest of this week, there are 6 weeks and a few days left. As each week goes by, it seems to go a little bit faster than the last. I don’t want to wish this time away. I want to enjoy the remainder of my time here. I want to live in the Present and keep getting work done. There are some things that I’m doing in preparation for heading back so maybe those things are mixing into the Present time (or the times I’m striving to be “present”). So, yeah, I’ve still got a little while more in this country, and yes, I’m extremely looking forward to getting Stateside, but I might be a little dizzy from both.
The second question could imply a few things, but I’ll just go with “the foods that we don’t have over here” implication. In college, I remember hearing about the “freshman fifteen” (either gaining or losing weight during this time). I feel like I’ve gotten more in shape while I’ve been here. I still admit that I could eat healthier (and will continue to try and try again towards that goal). I wonder if I’ll go through the “furlough fifteen”. Its the same concept. What can I say? People like alliteration. For some reason, I’ve thought about Pizza Hut’s stuffed-crust pizzas since I got here. There are other things that I’m excited to have around again, but my first thought is always pizza. Its not even like I ate there lots before coming to PNG, but if pizzas here are compared to Pizza Hut, they don’t really come close. When I get to the States, I want to continue exercising 5 times a week. With that, comes eating healthy. The fact that others may want to either take me out to eat or fix food for me is super sweet. However, I have to be careful. Maybe I can get a group together that wants to keep each other accountable for exercising and eating healthy.
Now comes the third question: “are you coming back?” Well, as I’ve tried to inform people thus far, I’m going to re-evaluate everything after this. This is where things get more crowded in my mind. One thing I have to remind myself is that I’m not here to please people. I will be a helper, friend, sister, encourager, and a servant to others. Nevertheless, I can’t please everyone. I say this first because I try. Yep, I try to please people all the time. I respect everyone’s opinions and love everyone I meet. So, there are some people who believe that they are right and that everyone else should think the same way as them. I am the opposite. I may not believe in what someone else believes, but I will either say nothing or almost go along with the other person because I don’t want them to think that I’m judging them. I don’t want to be like that and I don’t want to be the other extreme either. I’ve been trying to live in loving others no matter their choices or beliefs, and yet want to practice sharing what I believe as well. I hate conflict and, while growing up, I felt like “disagreeing” was a huge part of conflict. Now, I’m working on what it looks like to disagree and still continue being friends.
Anyway, coming back to the third question, there are many thoughts going through my head. Many options. I could come back and serve here in PNG. I could serve somewhere else in the world. I could stay in Tennessee and witness there. (Pretty much, anywhere I end up, I will want to serve and witness in my love for God and His people. The way I make a living might be a different issue. Will I get married? I’m not opposed, though it kind of involves finding an awesome guy. Will I have kids? That one is a “yes” if I have anything to do with it. I really want to adopt, so we’ll see when and how that happens. Whatever happens, I refuse to have a boring life. Though my life may be but a mist, I’d have it be a refreshing and lovely mist.
In all of this, I have made wonderful friends here. One thing about being a missionary: people seem to transition lots. They come for a while, touch your life, and go somewhere else for a while (whether that’s out to a village, back to the States, or wherever). I’m sure someone more famous and eloquent has captured the thought I will express next in a better way, but I still will say it. When you travel to another place, meet people, and live life, from that first time away, there will always be someone that will be missed (being apart from you). That being said, I will never regret traveling, because everyone I happen to meet is worth meeting. Through others, we have the opportunity to be connected into one family. Nice to meet you.
Friday, January 3, 2014
Taken by Surprise
I’m not gonna lie; it’s been rough. Not as rough as I compare it to some college deadlines and such, but I knew I’d be pushing myself for a few weeks. Since this is the last week, its total crunch time, but I always push myself through whatever while I look ahead to crashing afterwards (as long as there usually is an afterwards).
If you don’t know, I’m finishing up Elementary Prep kits for 4 different language groups and my deadline (that all must be done) is January 8th. Because of this, lots of this holiday season has been cut short. I didn’t work at the office on Christmas Day, but the other days, I’ve worked. I’ve even come in on weekends. For this week, I may not get a “weekend” until the 8th.
So what’s all involved in this? I’ve been working on things leading up to this moment ever since I started working in the office. Elementary Prep Kits include (but are not limited to): Term Plans, Curriculum, two Books per week (for 40 ish weeks), Songs, Games, Finger Exercises, a notebook of Teacher Help stuff, Shapes, Keyword Cards, Number Cards, Alphabet Books, and so on. All of these have been adapted to each language group, checked over (I don’t even know how many times now), and they all could still have some tweaking to be done.
All of this to say that from the first week in December 2013 until D-day (8th of January 2014), I’ve been striving to have all four languages done. Thankfully, I’ve had some help. Eunice, before she left, adapted one of the languages’ curriculum and was great at suggesting how I could delegate laminating, cutting, and such tasks to others. (*Side note: I totally suck at delegating... it’s bad.) Sheila, Josephine, Kathy, Lois, and some others have chipped in when they could to help cutting, binding books, and so on. Lori printed off some books for a language group. Lindy, Delaina, and Lindsey have helped to get some books into A5 form (a smaller book for the kids to use. The teachers have A4 size.) And there are the encouragers like Emily, Robin, and those that I’ve already mentioned. They keep checking on me to make sure I’ve eaten, to make sure I know that they’re there for me, and to make sure I haven’t turned into a complete zombie.
And then there’s Diane. What can I say about her?! She rocks... and if I wore socks in PNG, they would totally be rocked off. She’s been there from the beginning, helping me learn what I’m suppose to do and how to do it right. She’s been willing to step in and help ANY time that I’ve needed it. Talk about a servant that shows she cares by what she does!
So with a bit more stress on my shoulders lately, my mind can get grumpy. (*Another side note: I’m also a bit hypoglycemic so when my blood sugar gets lower, I get weak, shakey, and then can get really mean. Some don’t understand what goes through my head at these times so they have the illusion that I’m still sweet... right.) Anyway, its been a more shaky day today (Friday). I had both of my peanut butter and jam sandwiches so I was getting weak and coming close to cussing out appliances. (Keep in mind that I arrived at work a bit before 9am and it was nearing 8pm... after a week already working around 42 hours.) Diane (the only other one working in the office area that I’m in currently) had gone to her apartment (above the office) to make dinner and go to bed. For some reason, the printer stopped working. I was checking everywhere that I could think of to find some kind of paper jam, but wasn’t finding much. I’d started messing up more on how to print the tons of books that must be printed and thought that crying might be a good release, with no one being around. For some reason, my mind couldn't stop long enough to start crying so I moved on, got things working again, found the stupid “paper jam”, and started printing another round of books.
That’s when Diane knocked on the door. When I opened it, I found her standing with a tray of food! We’re talking corn, potatoes, chicken, and kind of apple sauce but made with mangos and rhubarb instead. (*Yet another side note: though being with wonderful and encouraging people really does make her day, if you give Michelle food--especially the good kind of food--when she’s hypoglycemic, stressed, and quite a bit hungry, you automatically become a super hero.)
Yep. She brought it just for me! Though many acts of kindness have gotten me from hour to hour, this gesture blew me out of the water! It had me praising God, repenting of every despicable thought towards people and machinery, and got me pumped to finish at (in my mind) an appropriate stopping place. So, I hugged Diane, ate one of the best tasting meals I’ve had in I don’t know how long (no offense to any other wonderful meal), and worked until 11pm. That’d be 14 hours of working today, and I’m still probably going to work a bit tomorrow (Saturday).
Thus, here’s my point in this blog: to those who uplift me from saying a word of encouragement, giving me a smile, sharing advice or food, to those who make sure I get to my car at night (thanks William and Robin), you all represent God’s love, and I consider you close to my heart. May you be blessed because you have blessed me, and may I go on to bless others as I have been blessed by God and you.
If you don’t know, I’m finishing up Elementary Prep kits for 4 different language groups and my deadline (that all must be done) is January 8th. Because of this, lots of this holiday season has been cut short. I didn’t work at the office on Christmas Day, but the other days, I’ve worked. I’ve even come in on weekends. For this week, I may not get a “weekend” until the 8th.
So what’s all involved in this? I’ve been working on things leading up to this moment ever since I started working in the office. Elementary Prep Kits include (but are not limited to): Term Plans, Curriculum, two Books per week (for 40 ish weeks), Songs, Games, Finger Exercises, a notebook of Teacher Help stuff, Shapes, Keyword Cards, Number Cards, Alphabet Books, and so on. All of these have been adapted to each language group, checked over (I don’t even know how many times now), and they all could still have some tweaking to be done.
All of this to say that from the first week in December 2013 until D-day (8th of January 2014), I’ve been striving to have all four languages done. Thankfully, I’ve had some help. Eunice, before she left, adapted one of the languages’ curriculum and was great at suggesting how I could delegate laminating, cutting, and such tasks to others. (*Side note: I totally suck at delegating... it’s bad.) Sheila, Josephine, Kathy, Lois, and some others have chipped in when they could to help cutting, binding books, and so on. Lori printed off some books for a language group. Lindy, Delaina, and Lindsey have helped to get some books into A5 form (a smaller book for the kids to use. The teachers have A4 size.) And there are the encouragers like Emily, Robin, and those that I’ve already mentioned. They keep checking on me to make sure I’ve eaten, to make sure I know that they’re there for me, and to make sure I haven’t turned into a complete zombie.
And then there’s Diane. What can I say about her?! She rocks... and if I wore socks in PNG, they would totally be rocked off. She’s been there from the beginning, helping me learn what I’m suppose to do and how to do it right. She’s been willing to step in and help ANY time that I’ve needed it. Talk about a servant that shows she cares by what she does!
So with a bit more stress on my shoulders lately, my mind can get grumpy. (*Another side note: I’m also a bit hypoglycemic so when my blood sugar gets lower, I get weak, shakey, and then can get really mean. Some don’t understand what goes through my head at these times so they have the illusion that I’m still sweet... right.) Anyway, its been a more shaky day today (Friday). I had both of my peanut butter and jam sandwiches so I was getting weak and coming close to cussing out appliances. (Keep in mind that I arrived at work a bit before 9am and it was nearing 8pm... after a week already working around 42 hours.) Diane (the only other one working in the office area that I’m in currently) had gone to her apartment (above the office) to make dinner and go to bed. For some reason, the printer stopped working. I was checking everywhere that I could think of to find some kind of paper jam, but wasn’t finding much. I’d started messing up more on how to print the tons of books that must be printed and thought that crying might be a good release, with no one being around. For some reason, my mind couldn't stop long enough to start crying so I moved on, got things working again, found the stupid “paper jam”, and started printing another round of books.
That’s when Diane knocked on the door. When I opened it, I found her standing with a tray of food! We’re talking corn, potatoes, chicken, and kind of apple sauce but made with mangos and rhubarb instead. (*Yet another side note: though being with wonderful and encouraging people really does make her day, if you give Michelle food--especially the good kind of food--when she’s hypoglycemic, stressed, and quite a bit hungry, you automatically become a super hero.)
Yep. She brought it just for me! Though many acts of kindness have gotten me from hour to hour, this gesture blew me out of the water! It had me praising God, repenting of every despicable thought towards people and machinery, and got me pumped to finish at (in my mind) an appropriate stopping place. So, I hugged Diane, ate one of the best tasting meals I’ve had in I don’t know how long (no offense to any other wonderful meal), and worked until 11pm. That’d be 14 hours of working today, and I’m still probably going to work a bit tomorrow (Saturday).
Thus, here’s my point in this blog: to those who uplift me from saying a word of encouragement, giving me a smile, sharing advice or food, to those who make sure I get to my car at night (thanks William and Robin), you all represent God’s love, and I consider you close to my heart. May you be blessed because you have blessed me, and may I go on to bless others as I have been blessed by God and you.
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