The Seasons of Life

Every day I check to see if any of my friends have posted a blog. I'm often disappointed that there's nothing to read. My friends are probably also checking to see if I've posted anything and alas, they go for weeks without finding anything. It's not for lack of things to write about; I have composed hundreds of blogs in my head over the past months but somehow, they don't get from my head onto the paper. So here we are in Jordan, spending 3 weeks of vacation with our daughter and family. This place holds lots of really good memories; many close friendships were formed during our years of living here. I haven't seen some of these friends in more than 10 years but we took up right where we left off and seemingly lost out on very little, although we now find ourselves Grandmas instead of young moms chasing our little ones around. The seasons of life are something to think about...every one is very unique and requires from me a different kind of "ministry" if you will. My ministry to my young children was in one season of life, ministry to my adult children is on-going and becoming a Grandma, I'm finding, is a whole other season that is full of joy & anticipation. There is also a season we're entering where we're thinking about retirement and how our life will look, just the two of us. Where will we live, what will we do, how can our lives continue to impact people for eternity? I am a person who likes to know what the plan is. I live by my calendar and I like to see lots of activity on that calendar! It is strange to be in a place where the plan is very unclear, in fact non-existent. Right now I know that we will be taking a one-year Home Assignment in May and after that, only God knows and I'm actually OK with that! It's kind of exciting to see where he will take us next.  

Detour through the olive trees

This morning I decided to change my normal walking route and take a detour through the olive grove that's near our house. You'd be hard-pressed to go 2 minutes in any direction for an hour without walking through an olive grove! There are thousands of them everywhere. It was fascinating to walk by groups of people under the trees, sorting through the olives that they had beaten down off the trees. I was particularly struck by this one little old woman, dressed in layers of clothes and veiled. She had a single little stick in her hand and just kept beating and beating at the tree. Olives were falling down along with lots of leaves and small branches. She then plopped herself down on the ground and began sorting through the olives, separating out all the dirt, leaves, etc. When she's finished doing that, she will have a small sack full of olives which are inedible and must be taken to the olive press where they will be ground and made into oil. Next time you open a bottle of EVOO, remember the little old woman! No wonder that stuff costs so much! I believe there's a good sermon illustration in here somewhere:)

Amazing partners

We have been privileged to have 4 short-term teams come and help us here in the south of Long Beach this fall. Three of them were work teams and one was strictly a Vision team who came to see how they could join in what God is doing here. They have all been a huge encouragement. They gave up vacation time to come and help here. They worked tirelessly in brutal temperatures, never complaining, always full of laughter and joy. We feel honored to call these people friends and will never forget how they came to help at a time of great need. Without them, we would simply have an empty building sitting here but because of their sacrifice, the Lotus House has turned into a true Oasis in the desert! Here are some pictures of the transformation thus far. There will be many more to come as we continue to furnish and decorate in the future. The murals for the Kid's Play Area were painted by a guy from Philly who is a professional artist. The coffee bar is one of a kind with old boards from a shipwreck used for the drawers.

Morning walks

I have recently switched to walking in the early morning instead of the evenings and it's interesting to see the difference in the sights I see along the way. It's fun to watch the city waking up and it somehow puts a spring in my step as I also feel my body waking up and energy pouring into my veins. I love to see the school children in their uniforms, walking down the road toward their school. The merchants are putting out their wares for the tourists to purchase, the horse & buggies go clopping by, a forlorn-looking woman dressed from head to foot in a long veil carrying long loaves of bread home for her family, men already gathering at their favorite cafe to hear the latest news and drink their coffee. My usual walk takes me down to the beach where I stand and ponder the greatness of the God I serve and wonder how he chose me to be here in this place at this time. There is nothing more energizing for me than hearing the waves roll in and watching the seagulls and fishermen and everything else that goes with sea life. I start back up the hill toward home and I feel full of joy and excitement as I look forward to what God has in store for the day. Morning walks are definitely better than evening walks for me! 

feelings!

I have recently been keenly reminded of what I've known all along, that after almost 50 years of being a follower of Jesus, my feelings/emotions are still very much controlled by my circumstances. I have probably given more than one sermon in my life about not allowing our circumstances to control our emotions and being joyful in all situations, but...it just somehow doesn't compute in this stubborn old brain of mine. Here's the recent scenario that has brought this to light in a poignant way:
It was a very hot, humid morning and my teammate & I decided we'd go over to the guest apartments and get them ready for our upcoming short term team. We would wipe out all the new wardrobes we'd just purchased and make a list of other things we still needed to buy. Upon opening the first wardrobe, we discovered that tiny black termites had completely destroyed it, leaving piles of sawdust in every corner and covering the floor underneath. They had even found their way across the room and begun to destroy the bedside table also! They were threatening to eat our brand new wooden beds which fortunately my husband had varnished, making it more difficult for them to attack. (although the varnished wardrobes did not deter them one bit) We swept out the piles of sawdust made by these monsters and sprayed relentlessly. We then went to the next apartment and sure enough, the same thing all over again, even worse! By now we were drenched in sweat and feeling quite debilitated. Knowing that it's almost impossible to get anything replaced in this country and having very limited funds, we were depressed to say the least. After cleaning out all 3 wardrobes and using up 3 cans of bug spray, we left without having accomplished much else. I felt downhearted and depressed the rest of the day. On top of that, none of the ATM machines worked in our town and we were totally out of money. You have to drive 10 km to even find a machine so that's a lot of wasted time. So that was my bad, horrible, good-for-nothing day and I felt depressed. Today, I left home before 8AM to beat the crowds in town. I went to the ATM machine first and it worked! I got all of my money and went to the phone company to pay my bill. That also worked like it's supposed to. On the way home, I decided to stop at a butcher shop that I've seen many times and wondered if it would have the meat we wanted. Getting beef in our town is nigh unto impossible. The shop was clean and air conditioned. The butcher was very kind and gave me 2 kilos of beautiful ground beef. He also gave me his phone number and said to call him ahead of time and he'd have my order ready for me, even filets or steaks or anything I wanted. Oh, this was turning out to be a joyous day. My spirits were soaring by now. I was 3 for 3! Upon returning home, I was able to get lots of important little things done at my desk and around the house, had a lovely cup of coffee and now I am off to the beach to celebrate my happy day with sweet Kali, an 18 year old intern who's living with us this year.
I'm sure I will give the "rejoice in all circumstances" sermon again and I will be preaching mostly to myself, because I still haven't learned this lesson but as long as there's breath, there's still hope, right? Oh Lord, help me to learn that you are good and you are God in the good times and in the bad!

Interesting facts about our new city

It is like any beach town in America…in the summer, it comes alive and you can hardly find a parking place. Winter is dead and deserted.

Horse-drawn buggies full of tourists are everywhere and make it difficult to get through the streets

The hotels by the beach take all the water in the summer so we are left with hardly a drop! (finally got a pump and storage tank installed)

There are recycling bins for plastic bottles

You’re likely to see a runaway camel careening down Main Street at top speed

Fine, red dirt in everything! My clothes, my floors, everything!

Constant sea breezes which makes the heat bearable but hence, the red dirt

Friendly people who have all the time in the world

Wicked humidity! Never perspired so much in my life

Straw hats

Seaweed-covered beaches

Olive groves as far as the eye can see

Quads roaring up and down our streets (with tourists on them)

Scorpions

Spiritually-darkened minds, as dark as anywhere I've been

We aren’t quite at the end of the earth but we can see it from here!! Looking forward to your visit:)

On the road again....

                                   

Every time we go through this process, we say this is the last time! And then we do it again!! I am weary of my house looking like this. I have done this way too many times in my 31 years overseas and to tell you the truth, I'm tired of it. Somehow the Lord keeps giving us strength to do it one more time but really, this is the last time:) I know I'll eat those words again in a year when we go on Home Assignment, but until then, this is positively the last time. Next Tuesday we'll hit the road again and drive 8 hours south to our new home. So many unknowns ahead but we're resting in the fact that, after dozens of times of moving to new places, God has always gotten there before us and prepared the way. So we wait on him once again and know that he is trust-worthy. He will show us the way and we will look for his hand every day as he orchestrates things we could not possibly have thought of. Thanks for sticking with us. We couldn't do it without you!