Saturday, September 30, 2017

Pronouns and a Grandmother's Wisdom

One of my kids has a profound love of pronouns.  It drives me a little crazy.  This child will walk in the room and say things like, “When did he do it?” or “Where is it?”,  and stares at us as if we are supposed to magically understand what the heck they are talking about.  On certain days when my patience level is a bit depleted, I forbid this child to use pronouns.  I have heard myself say over and over again, “I can’t help you if you don’t explain yourself!”  It is at this point that I begin to hear my grandmother’s voice in my head. 
My grandmother is quite the wise woman.  She is a lady of few words and so when she speaks people listen.  When BJ and I first came to the mission field we were not the greatest at writing support letters.  We did not yet understand the concept of team.  Instead, we felt as though we were a bother to people when we would ask for financial support of our ministry.  And so, one day my grandmother, with our prayer letter in hand, looked me square in the eye and said, “Andrea, how are people supposed to help if you don’t explain your needs!”  I guess this problem runs in the family.
 
Over the years BJ and I have come to understand team on a much deeper level.  We now know that we are not self-sufficient.  The type of work we do does not get done alone.  It takes a team.  It takes people who are willing to open their homes to allow us to share with them and their friends about the ministry.  It takes people who are willing to give of their finances.  It takes people who are willing to get on their knees and pray for us and those we work with.  It takes so many people for us to do what we do. 
Recently I heard those wise words of my grandmother echo in my mind.  We are getting ready to come to the states for six months and I have begun to realize that there is this list in my head of things I wish people knew.  Me being me, I try to just push those feelings aside and put on my happy face because no one wants to be around a mope.  But then I hear my grandmother, “Andrea, how are people supposed to help if you don’t explain your needs!”  So I am going to choose to be brave here.  I am going to be a bit honest and shed a little light onto the subject.  You might be surprised but let’s see how it goes. 




1.        1.  We are weary.  We have been working non-stop with very few breaks.  We recently moved to a new community while trying to prepare for coming to the United States.  We have had a lot of changes.  We are weary in heart because we have lost a lot of team members in the past few months and goodbyes are hard.  We are weary in sadness because we have lost 6 pets since January.  We are weary in physical stamina because without team the burden of work has been immense.  We are weary as a family because with all of the chaos that has surrounded us and because of the distances we have been traveling to do the work of 5 people; we have not had much time together as a family. 

2.      2.   We are spiritually hungry.  We live in a place that is in great need for the gospel message.  We love living here in Ecuador and shining the light of hope into the darkness, but living in the darkness is hard. Attending church as a family is difficult because services start when our kids go to bed. Deep and mature believers are far and few between yet because we have only been working in this area for two years. Two years is just not enough time for depth.  We miss fellowship of believers and hearing a sermon in our hearts language.  We miss being taught instead of always teaching.
 
3.       3.  We are always pinching pennies.  We come home to fund raise and update churches/individuals of the work in Ecuador and our monthly support drops down.  We are told by some that they will support us again when we return to work on our field of ministry.  And so while we live in a more expensive country to raise our funds for the next few years we generally have a lower income.  We travel a lot having to buy gas, eat out, and stay in hotels.  Those things are not cheap but they are the only way to reach people with the news of what God is doing in Ecuador.  Its absolutely worth it but it is stressful and expensive. 

4.       4.  Our kids struggle.  Ecuador is their home.  This time coming to the states will be Micah’s first memories of the United States because when we left last time he had just turned 2.  People our kids don’t recognize tell them how big they have gotten but all they know is that they are the only one who does not recognize faces.  Everyone seems to know them but they don’t know anyone.  And at times they just want to be shy. It takes them a while to settle in to these big changes.  

5.       5.  We look weird.  We have come home with the clothes on our backs and they are not pretty.  We have looked up youtube videos to learn how to cut our hair because the locals don’t know what to do with our “gringo hair”.  We have been wearing the same clothes for over two years now and everything is faded, stained, and full of holes.  We hope you won’t notice us shopping.  We are the ones freaking out in the dressing room.  We don’t know what sizes we are anymore and all the new styles look weird.  The overwhelming amount of choices is fun for the first few seconds but then turns into a sea of too many choices.  Shopping is hard (just ask my family…they have seen this first hand and can account for the disaster it is!)

6.       6.  We want to talk about more than the weird food we eat and the odd customs of Ecuador.  We want to find people who are truly interested in hearing about the amazing but difficult years that have passed.  We want to tell about how many ways we have seen God move and change lives.  We want to tell about the times that we thought there was no hope only to see God change hearts, especially our own.
 
7.       7.  We long to be a bit closer to normal.  We know this will never happen completely but if you ever see us doing something crazy please give us grace.  For instance, when our eyes bulge out of our heads because we ordered a large soda and expected to get a 3 ounce juice glass and instead got a gallon jug….just smile and hug us.  If you see us start to tear up at the gas pump because in Ecuador a gallon of gas costs $1.48, just hug us tighter.  If you see us jumping for joy in a convenient store because our coffee we are pouring into our cup is not instant granules and we just can’t hold in that kind of joy…jump with us.  And finally, if we are in a conversation and suddenly revert to Spanish and say things that completely make no sense at all, just smile, hug us, and gently tell us it happened again. 


8.       8.   We are hording.  We have exactly from the time we step off of the plane to the time we set foot back on the plane to go back to Ecuador to buy the next several years of supplies (all this on our depleted budget).  We stock up on shoes, clothing, school supplies, books, house hold items like sheets and towels, and even Christmas presents for the years ahead.  Imagine not being able to buy shoes or clothes for several years! The cost of clothing is double to triple to the cost in the United States and the quality is quite poor.  When you live in a country where you are a head and shoulder above the average person...clothing that fits is hard to come by. What we do buy gets old and fades.  Shoes wear out.  Kids grow out of clothing at alarming rates.  But, whatever we take is all there is.  Our bodies are not the same shape as Ecuadorian bodies.  Our feet are bigger than Ecuadorian feet.  If we don’t take it we don’t have it and there’s no running to “Walmart” to get what we forgot.  We hoard like crazy!

    This is our reality.  We love what we do.  We can't imagine doing anything else.  We love coming to the states and sharing about what God is doing in Ecuador.  We love living in Ecuador and see God transform lives.  We love being surprised at how much bigger God is than we ever gave Him credit.  We love the depth we have in our relationship with God because we have been stretched to our limits and then asked to take another step.  We know God is good.  We know He provides.  But we also know that what my grandmother says is true, “How are people supposed to help if they don’t know your needs?”  So now you know.  If you are like me and like a handy list, below are some very tangible ways you can help us or any other missionary coming to the states for a home ministry assignment. 
.               1.   Invite them to your bible study group without asking them to lead it.  Let them be fed and invest in their time of spiritual renewal before they return to a place where they can only feed themselves. 
5.       2.  Encourage them with your words.  Let them know they are appreciated.  Let them know you are on their team and praying for them.  Let them know you read their emails and don’t forget them while they are gone.  Let them know you see them. 
1.            3. Buy them gift cards.  Clothing stores, restaurants, gas cards, and such are super helpful as they travel from here to there and everywhere.
2.         4.   Buy them a trip to the hair salon.  It will help them get a little closer to normal while taking out the extreme cost. 
          5. Send them on a date.  They finally have family to babysit but no money for a nice dinner out away from the kids. They have not been on a date in forever!
3.        6.   Invite them over to dinner.  Let them share from their hearts about what God is doing.  Let them ask you the same questions. Let them enjoy sweet fellowship.  
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There are probably so many other things I could add to these thoughts.  So many other great ways you can bless your missionaries.  Be creative and get involved.  Your missionaries will be ever so grateful.  

Saturday, September 2, 2017

Rats, fears, and Chewbacca

I've been hiding.  I have been hiding from a rat.  I know i am bigger than him but I don't care. I have been going upstairs to my room at 9pm when Eli goes to bed every night.  When i come down in the morning I turn on a flash light and shine it all around downstairs while I scramble to turn on the light in hopes that it scares the rat away (I rise before the sun does).  It never comes out during the day so I know I am safe in daylight.  But, at night i hide.  I can't wait for BJ to get home from his travels and kill this thing!  I cant convince myself to set a trap for fear that i won't have the guts to dispose of it once it is caught.  And so I hide.

I have this other little problem I hide from.  It is another type of fear that creeps up just as we are about to head home to our home ministry assignment in the States.  Its this fear that people will notice.  Notice that I have aged, gained weight, and who knows what else.  Visiting people every 2-4 years makes change very noticeable.  I know it and cant avoid it.  And sometimes, I dread it.
This year when I come to the States I want people to notice a different change in me.  A depth that was not there before.  A desire that was not as pronounced.  A growth that is greater then it was when I last visited.  I want people to notice my passion and love for the Lord.
This past two years has been anything but easy.  Many tears and much heartache have plowed the fields for God's word to be planted.  Sorrow has be my companion.  Not in a depressed and hopeless fashion, but instead in a way that my heart has ached for what it sees.  Everywhere I go I see shrines set up for worshiping idols.  I see people saying prayers to these idols and giving money to touch them so they can be healed.  I see so many lost people.

This heartache has drawn me closer and closer to my Savior because I know that I am not what they need.  I know that I can not do what needs to be done.  But in all of this crying out of my heart I have been drawn closer to my Father.  I have delved deeper in scripture time and time again.  I have been led to pray as i have never prayed before.  This province has transformed me.  There is still so much work to be done, and many more years that lie ahead.  I can only imagine the relationship that lies ahead as a result.  I desire the depth but I fear the means.

In the next two weeks we will be taking a great step in this journey to reach the lost of Loja Province.  We are moving to the small town of Chaguarpamba.  It is a town where we have 4 discipleship groups meeting regularly .  We meet with people open to the gospel and have grown deep relationships.  They are our friends.

This past week we found out that another family we have been discipling in this town was told by their local priest that they needed to stop doing Bible study with us or they would be cut off from social life in the town.  They have asked us to stop coming to do study.  Since this happened we have not seen our other disciples.  We do not know if they received the same threats.  But what we do know is that God told us to go.  He told us to live there and claim that ground for His Kingdom
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I believe Satan wants us to be discouraged.  He wants us to believe that there is no hope.  He wants us to see no options.  But he is not my guide.  I have read the last chapter of the book and I know who wins.  I know that if I am willing to get on my knees and pray for the people of Loja Province that God will honor those prayers.  Each person is responsible for his/her own decisions but we will not stop praying that their hearts would be led to the truth.


Battles are not pretty.  There is much bloodshed and death in battle.  In a more practical sense we have daily battles that we are presented with.  As a parent I choose which battles I want to fight very carefully.  It has to be worth it.  One battle I chose not to fight was the one over orange clothing.  Micah is compelled daily to wear orange.  He loves that color and just can't have a good day without it.  So, i bought him several orange pieces of clothing.  He is happy and I don't have to keep washing the one orange shirt he used to own.  On the other side, I did choose the "I don't want to shower, ever!" battle.  I believe the reasoning on that one is self explanatory.  The battle must be worth it.  And if we are going to fight it there can be no going back.

This is how I feel about Loja Province.  It is a battle we have chosen and there is no going back.  It is hard.  Some days are filled with tears and heartache.  Other days are decorated with victories that keep us smiling for days on end.  But through it all, what i am learning most of all is that my walk with God has been deepened.  I know my Savior in a whole new light.  A light that only shines when i am willing to allow those dark corners to be available.  My weaknesses have been made known and my Lord has been found not lacking.

I have also learned that my weaknesses are not my downfalls.  They are the areas where God can be on display the most.  They are the areas where others can see that what once was a struggle is now a victory.


I am still human and i still have many areas that need work.  I still doubt.  I still make poor choices.  But regularly and with more consistency I am gaining ground.  I hope others can see that when I return to the States.  Not because I want to be the focus, but because I want others to see that if God can do a good work in me, that there is hope for them too.  I want people to be drawn to my God, not to me.
I don't want to hide anymore.  I don't want to worry more about my physical appearance than my spiritual.  I want to have a heart that draws others to freedom in Christ.  I want to be brave.  My oldest son, Elijah, thinks that every problem can be solved by strapping on his Chewbacca mask and grabbing a light saber.  He has used this method to fend off chickens when collecting eggs.  He has used it to scare the bejeebers out of his sister when playing hide-and-seek in the dark.  He has even used it to kill cockroaches that invade our house when the nearby fields are burnt.  Its his "go to" reaction.

I desire that automatic reaction.  I want to go to God automatically because it is what I have always done.  And when people ask, I want to share with them the faithful relationship God has so generously given me.  And through this deepening of relationship and growth of bravery, maybe some day I will come out of my bedroom, Chewbacca mask on and light saber in hand, ready to kill that rat.