My personal reflection on The Killing Fields and why I’m so grateful that the Good News has come to this land.
I stand here in silence. The smell of incense wafts through the air as the wind blows tenderly across my face. I peer left to see the red stick of Asia gently burning; releasing its smoke into the world at large. Faces of helpless victims pierce my very soul as I force my eyes to gaze upon the memorial that holds the skulls of thousands. The Killing Fields…
A reminder to be thankful and to step outside of the box no matter the cost… to exchange the ordinary for the extraordinary.
Recently I sent my 30 day gratitude challenge to a most amazing and highly respected friend; a woman who truly taught me how to LOVE the Word of God. She quickly responded with an enthusiastic thank you and followed up with an excellent question… and I’m so happy she did. She asked, “Do you find yourself being thankful for the same things over and over?” My response, “YES!” At first I didn’t struggle wth continuously thanking God for the same things over and over. But now that I write a blog, the repetition presents a bit of a problem and I consciously fight feeling annoyed by it. You see God doesn’t care if I thank Him for the same things over and over again… but I’m pretty sure my readers would find me a bit annoying if I wrote every day or every week about how grateful I am for the same topic. Thankfully today I think I’ve got something new to be thankful for. I am thankful for people that have stepped outside of the box. People that have exchanged the cultural norm for something extraordinary in pursuit of the unknown and the unpredictable. I’m thankful for those that have gone before me and done these things. I can follow in their footsteps. They are the many examples that aid in increasing my faith to position myself and my family for our current adventures.
Shortcomings and why they are lies that need to be trashed
The only time I have to write in the last three weeks or so is at night when I’m putting my kids to bed. Sounds crazy, right? Writing while I put my kids to bed? Yes! Well, we are all in the same room and often in the same bed… Traveling. Not every hotel room comes with two beds, and hotels often want to charge $35 plus extra a night for bringing in a roll away bed. It’s extortion. Anyway, let me tell you about my shortcomings and why I am grateful for God’s grace as I face them.
My beautiful friend Kirsty guest contributes this week and shares on motherhood, God’s grace, and forgiveness… Raw and unfiltered
Kirsty talks on motherhood. Yay! Kirsty and I met years ago in London before she had her beautiful babies. She was a newlywed and I was in the process of planning my wedding. I instantly fell in love with her dramatic flare and creative genius. She is an amazing woman that truly loves Jesus with all of her being. I will never forget how she and her husband Bryan communicated with walkie talkies while he was upstairs and she was downstairs having an all girls Bible study. They truly are hilarious. They are such lovely, genuine, and kind people. So thank you Kirsty for writing this!! Love you!
My friend and co-worker Stacy Moorhouse is contributing this week. She wrote on why she is grateful for being “homeless” at the moment. It’s such a cute blog and fun read.
I’m grateful for being homeless. But before I get into that allow me to share a beautiful quote with you.
“The life of faith must never stand still, for if your feet are going, your faith is growing.” – Warren Wiersbe
Jamie asked me to write about what I’m grateful for, and at the moment, the first thing that comes to mind is this:
Now before that gets misconstrued, no, I am not homeless in the traditional meaning of the word; I don’t live in a shelter or my car or the streets, nor am I impoverished, and I am in no way trying to compare myself to people who are homeless or minimalize what they go through in any way. But bear with me. In comparison with our society’s definition of home—a place to call my own; a constant place of stability; “putting down roots”—I am without. When a friend or family member asks me for my address, I’m hesitant because it’s constantly changing. And yes, I’m grateful for that. But no, it wasn’t instant or always that way. Yes, it was a process in which I had to learn to be so. Processes…I’ve learned to be grateful for those, too.
I’m in Africa… Even in a beautiful place can disappointment rob us
It’s 4:17 on the dot. I’m curled up on a plush camping chair; its way more comfortable than I expect it to be. I’m overlooking a beautiful valley covered in acacia trees. The wind connects with my face and I feel a slight chill that’s instantly counteracted by the warmth of the departing sun. This moment wouldn’t be complete without the spastic mupani fly attempting to make its residence in my eyeball. Mupani flies are a disappointment to society. Haha.
The best advice I’ve received on parenting a strong-willed child
Elly. My daughter. I wrote my very first entry on her. Sometimes words just aren’t enough to describe her. When I look at her I initially see hair. Just hair everywhere. Her golden locks are nearly always a tangled mess, they hang in front of her face, and she hates getting her hair brushed. Underneath that hair is this gorgeous, little round face with big blue eyes and a perfect little nose. She has beautiful skin… it’s nearly olive, but not quite. I’ve often been told she looks like Smurfette minus the whole blue thing. It’s totally true. Look at the picture of Smurfette and then look at the picture of Elly. You agree. Good. I think we can all agree that I enjoy parenting her too.
Unconventional but good. A follow up to Remember Your Call.
Remember Your Call
A couple of months ago I wrote a blog called Remember Your Call (the link img above), and I talked about how grateful I am that God called me to the nations. While I was writing it the Holy Spirit prompted me to follow up with a bit more, and here it is:
Is your standard of beauty derived from Hollywood? The media?
We travel. That’s our lives. It’s our job. We love it. Sometimes there are sacrifices involved and it isn’t the life of luxury that you might think it is. We don’t sit in first class or even business class, yet. One day we will. We aren’t members of an airline that gives us the perks of a lounge, yet. One day we will be. In our travels we see. We see places, people, and sites. But mostly we see people. Lots and lots of people. People of many nations. We see the rich, the poor, the middle class. We see funny people, happy people, sad people, angry people, quirky people, pretty people, and ugly people. Yes, I said ugly. Are you offended? You have a standard of beauty and so do I. Let’s not pretend like you have never looked at someone and thought, “They aren’t very pretty.” Do you feel guilty for doing so? I’m not sure the answer to this question is entirely black and white. Or does the answer to this question even matter? Beauty is relative, therefore ugly is relative. Yet, Hollywood’s standard of beauty is the standard for hundreds of millions of people around the globe. We are inundated with Hollywood “news” on a regular basis in the western world. Perhaps we have been brainwashed? I pose a question to you: is your standard of beauty influenced mostly by Hollywood? Mine is, but not for long because I’m seeking to change that and here’s why.
My hubs “kicked me in the bum” and sent me to church ’cause I didn’t want to go…
We made it! We made it back to Florida. We drove our trusty suburban 9,000 miles around the country. Florida to Oregon and Oregon to Florida. What a trip! We thoroughly enjoyed Oregon and all of the people and places we visited in between. Can’t say that I will ever do it again… but maybe when we are older and have an RV I will change my mind? I’ll let you know in about forty years. But that’s not what this entry is about. Get ready for me to unleash the fury of all of my wisdom!! Uh, maybe not. This is just a quick encouragement I am sending your way discussing discouragement, church, and other quaint things.