Wednesday, March 30, 2011

The Good News & The Bad News.

So sorry I've just been missing in action around here the past few weeks. There's good reason. I don't quite know how to share this news so I'll just try to share my heart and as always what Dad is doing in the midst of my life. It's all I can do, right? So...we will be heading back to the States in just a short time.
This probably comes as a real shock. But this has been brewing for some time now. The main reason is that I feel I can't focus on the needs of my family like I think the Lord wants me to. This job of being here, and being an "employee" has had some real challenges to doing homeschooling, homemaking and being a wife and mother WELL. And I say well because I believe God's word when it tells me my job is serious stuff and it's to revolve around my husband and children in this season of little ones.

Titus 2:4-5 says:
"These older women must train the younger women to love their husbands and their children, to live wisely and be pure, to work in their homes, to do good, and to be submissive to their husbands. Then they will not bring shame on the Word of God."
And 1 Timothy 5:14
"...to marry, bear children, and take care of their own homes. and give the enemy no no occasion for reproach. "

I can clearly see that a woman's core (or primary or main) job should be caring for her family and giving them her best, not her leftovers. If she does not do this well, it actually brings shame on the Word of God. And gives the Devil a chance to slander it. Now this doesn't mean she can't do things outside the home, take on other tasks or work on language study. Please hear me on this. But it should mean that these things should not misdirect her greatest energy or care away from the sphere of the man and little people she was fit to help/serve. We can clearly see the Proverbs 31 women was busy! But her home and managing that well guided her tasks and filtered them.

Some women are able to find more balance, have less expected of them or choose not to school at home. And for us, schooling is not an area where our family has felt directed to change anything, as our passion for schooling at home for the little years remains strong. But for me - in my personal situation and with moving overseas, and with my children's ages alongside the specific requirements I have while being employed here has hindered my care for my family. I have re-ordered schedules many times, reduced my language hours as much as I'm able for the expectations upon me, and aimed to throw my heart into my family. But alas, with homeschooling two next year and adding another sweet baby I know my world will look even fuller (and I'm thrilled about all that). I will be the first to be honest enough to say I'm not okay with sacrificing that season because I'm trying to stay afloat with things I believe are far too heavy for a season of young mothering. God gave mothers the powerful description above to guard their minds from looking elsewhere, to ease their loads. And to give them boundaries with which to pour in all of their creativity, gifting, care and heart into the season of shaping little people who will grow up and be gone before they know it. I have had to remember that He is the one who designs me as a woman and sees how I will fit best in His economy. I can't go outside His design, even for "good things" and expect the same results. And one day (soon enough I know) my "free" time will return, I will have so much more time to devote to language study or relationships or crafting. These are all good, even glorious things that bring the Lord honor. But I must have them in the proper order. For me, they can't remain in proper order if we remain here.

Letting those words just typed sink in...it hurts to even say that because I so wish it would work. I say that with heart wrenching sadness because I've enjoyed life here. I love the people here. I never thought this would be our situation, leaving so early. I've learned so many things walking near the Lord here and seeing with such different eyes than I had back in my comfortable United States. That's why I named this post The Good News and The Bad News. Because this feels like bad news no matter how you slice this thing and it's hard, really hard. Yet my family has felt such leadership from a loving God in this decision. We have desired to bring Him glory in the way He chooses, we have sought counsel from our leadership and taken our time to map out our vision for healthy family life. We have arrived at this choice with much confidence that as we stand upon God's Word and trust His provision we "will see the Lord's goodness while we are here." (Ps. 27:13) And that is Good News! We are broken, needy sinners who can't possibly see to the end of every outcome. We can't possibly plan for years and keep ourselves afloat. We are weak. We are people who need a Rescuer in every sense of the word. And God remains true to us, just as true as the day our last item was sold and driven away in preparation to come here. I see Him in all of it and praise Him that He alone can get glory from things that feel broken and seem broken.

We leave with no shame or regret but we do leave feeling like people who are torn over their reality of living in a broken world where things don't turn out as you expected. I have dwelt upon Psalm 46:10 "Be still, and know that I am God! I will be honored by every nation. I will be honored throughout the world."

Thanks for wanting to always keep up with us, sharing this journey with us and I pray you've heard our hearts through this post...Please keep our family in your prayers.

Saturday, March 12, 2011

Back Home. And keeping it real.

Here's the kids in the Airport. They did awesome with all the traveling.

We are back from our fun filled vacation. I hope to go through all my hundreds of photos taken to post a few on here soon because my descriptions won't do the beauty justice. Thailand was wonderful and our trip to a small island in the south was awesome. Incredible people. Incredible views of natural beauty. Elephant rides. Seeing sweet baby on ultrasound for the first time. Snorkeling. Philadelphia cream cheese. Relaxing in the pool or on the beach. But the best of all was that MY PARENTS were with us! To hug whenever I felt like it, to laugh with, to enjoy watching the joy being sparked in my kids as they played with their grandparents. And from my perspective I think I'd forgotten just how comfortable I get when surrounded by people who know me so well and love me so deeply.

My family is really close and my parents have always fostered this open, loving, fun family culture within us that has only grown deeper as we've become adults. This has bled into many intimate, daily life moments among all of us so to have just a slice of that dailyness I miss so much, was bliss. I mean from the bottom of my heart that my siblings (and their spouses and kids) are some of my favorite people in the world. Let me be real honest here and say that the daily closeness suffers when you live on a different continent. You totally share as much as you can and let other's experience your life (and theirs to you) in words typed over computers and grainy cyber images but the little moment stuff gets missed much of the time simply because we can't call each other when the kids say something hilarious (I would wake one of my family members in the middle of the night!) or bring over a latte when my sister's had a hard day. Like those off the cuff conversations that leave you thinking that happen when dinner plates have been pushed back or the sharing of a friend's heart at small group that just meets you right where you needed it - that all looks different being miles away. So for me leaving my parents this time was much more painful than when we moved here .... and yet the time was that much sweeter.

I think when we moved there was such unknown about how it would be to live so far away and there's a certain amount of anticipation that's been building about living in your new place. But for these past 8 months we've experienced the feelings that go along with missing loved ones, the reality that we weren't there for big events and, well, that life goes on without us. Of course we knew that in theory, but walking through it can be much different. So I think this time I said goodbye knowing to a degree what I'm missing, yet being fully confident this is where we are meant to be. I was deeply encouraged that God is indeed working in me in ways he simply could not by being in close proximity to my family members or having my old life back. That to me, though painful, is exciting.

-I want the goodbyes to be hard because the richness of these people in my life have been so precious to me.
-I want to be able to sacrifice short term joys for things that are lasting and eternal.
-I want to dwell on the fact that a gift is something received with open hands, not mine to demand or a right I "must have" to be happy. Thus experiences, people or places are not mine to demand.
-I want to realize all the amazing moments I've had in my life up until now are but dim reflections of the joy God offers me. That's why they are true graces. And I can be hopeful because near them or not I always have the fountainhead of that joy - God Himself.
-I want to let flood in fully all the emotions that go with this ride of living overseas, knowing the sadness is not sin but has a purpose. And letting those feelings lead me to God. The joys and the sorrows.

These are just a few thoughts floating around my head this past week being back and being so thankful for the refreshment that came with the vacation. Hopefully more "fun" picture filled posts are to come ... always trying to keep it real with where I'm at...

Help me to see how good thy will is in all,
and even when it crosses mine
teach me to be pleased with it.
Grant me to feel thee in fire, and good, and every providence,
and to see that your many gifts and creatures
are but thy hands and fingers taking hold of me.
-Valley of Vision-