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!
Monday, June 30, 2014
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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