At the same time, I’m trying to “make lemonade” by enjoying the experiences around me right now, and doing some things I never got around to doing. So, over the past several months, I:
The View From the Nest
Thursday, January 1, 2015
When Life Gives You Lemons...
On April 15, Bruce and I unexpectedly found ourselves back
in the U.S. We believe that God’s plan
was for us to have stayed in Jamaica for years.
But the proverbial rug was pulled out from under us and we had to
quickly decide where to live and what to do next. We found an apartment in Wayzata, MN, where I
grew up. We have spent eight months
struggling with a lot of sadness and confusion.
At the same time, I’m trying to “make lemonade” by enjoying the experiences around me right now, and doing some things I never got around to doing. So, over the past several months, I:
At the same time, I’m trying to “make lemonade” by enjoying the experiences around me right now, and doing some things I never got around to doing. So, over the past several months, I:
The Thrill of Victory, The Agony of Defeat
For me, the famous catch-phrase from Wide World of Sports captures the year 2014 pretty well.
A year ago, we moved to Jamaica just in time to welcome 2014. It was the “thrill of victory” as what Bruce and I had planned for for two years was realized. After a year of interviews and then a year of paperwork, packing, and farewells, we were thrilled to finally be living at the children’s home, ready to carry out the calling God had placed on us. We were brimming with excitement as we anticipated our future there.
Three and a half months later, we experienced the “agony of defeat”. We were told, with little explanation, that “our gifts didn’t match what was needed at the orphanage”. Four days after hearing that news, we found ourselves back in the U.S., in a state of shock and confusion. Our progress toward healing in these past months has been slow and unsteady. Frankly, much of 2014 was full of agony.
In practical and emotional terms, we’ve taken some
staggering hits. But here’s the absolute
truth: as bad as it gets, and as low as
our situation takes us, the higher God’s glory will be revealed as He teaches,
refines, and restores us.
We can look forward to 2015 with hope based on faith, not sight. Christ has already overcome all of the agonies of this world, and He has already won the Victory. Thanks be to God!
Wednesday, April 30, 2014
Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Robert Frost
No offense to the good education I got in the Wayzata Public
School system, but it seems like we studied Robert Frost’s poem many times
over, and it still never thrilled me.
Right now, however, I’m thinking a lot about the last three
lines. I’m at a fork in the road, I have choices to make, and my
choices will make a difference.
We’re unexpectedly back in the US after only 3-1/2 months in
Jamaica. We believe God called us to
Robin’s Nest Children’s Home, we don’t believe the decision to send us home was
the right decision, and we don’t believe God’s will was honored in this
decision. All of a sudden, we’re dealing
with feelings of grief, hurt, and confusion, and trying to find a place to
live, furnishings, jobs, and a car. It’s
overwhelming.
The real questions at this fork in the road: Is God in control? Does He have a good plan for me?
So far, my reactions to this situation have been
hopelessness, despair, bitterness, and fear.
In many ways, those are the reactions that would take me on the path “more
traveled by”. Those are the reactions that
Satan is expecting.
What if I give Satan the exact opposite? More importantly, what if I take God AT HIS
WORD? What if I make a purposeful choice
to believe everything the Bible says about God’s character: He is faithful. He is just.
He is sovereign. He is love. He is compassionate. He is forgiving. He will give us a hope and a future. He is our Shepherd. He sees us.
I'm going to take that path.
In some ways, it’s a harder path. It goes against our nature and against what
the world tells us. There's no logic in it, and we can't see where it's going. It’s “less traveled”.
But look at this amazing promise: For I am the Lord your God who takes hold of your
right hand and says to you: "Do not fear, I will help you." Isaiah 41:13
I will take God, the Creator of the universe, who raised Jesus from the dead, at His word.
Saturday, March 22, 2014
Not the Usual Farewell
Tuesday, March 18, 2014
Thank Goodness for the Snake Game!
So, I tripped on the steps Sunday afternoon. Had hoped my foot was only sprained, but by Monday morning, we figured I needed to have it checked at the clinic/hospital in Montego Bay.
Checked in at 9:45am.
Turns out, one doctor was sick, which left only one doctor to see all of the patients.
Also turns out that Monday was the day the clinic was changing over to a new computer system.
St. Patrick's Day was my lucky day!
At 5:00pm, I was rolled out to the truck by the porter, with my foot in a splint.
What does one do while waiting at the clinic for seven hours, you might ask?
First of all, you must know that the waiting area was a narrow hallway with two restrooms and some offices. So, in that amount of space, and with time on your hands, you start to get to know the other dozen people waiting with you.
We had an interesting conversation with a postal worker from Kingston.
Listened to a man take his eyesight test at the end of the hallway. (He passed.)
Learned a lot from a man who was raised in Cuba.
And our favorite incident: A few hours into the day, a man stepped into the restroom. Sure enough, just then the nurse came looking for him. Several people pointed to the restroom. She quickly knocked on the door and called, "Stop, Mr. Frank! Stop!" She needed a urine sample from him. Alas, too late; he needed to drink some water and try again later. (Privacy may be overrated.)
As time went on, I counted the vowels and syllables on all of the signage, then tried to make other words using the letters on the signs. Then it was time to take out Bruce's iPad and play the Snake game; high score: 51.
In the end, I got great health care. I'm thankful that I only needed a splint, not a cast, and it will be removed in only three weeks.
Navigating the uneven terrain here at the Nest will be a challenge, and there are probably some things I just won't be able to do. (Can I get down the hill and collect eggs in the coop while using crutches?)
Comic relief at the end of the day: the orthopedic surgeon asked if I needed him to authorize sick leave from my job...That won't happen, but I have been told that the Lord is allowing this time of recuperation as a Sabbath and to remember that our time here is a marathon, not a sprint.
I'll have to let myself be on "island time" for a while!
Friday, March 7, 2014
The Prime Minister
Thursday, February 27, 2014
Cousins
PattiLibbiJudi |
We went to the same high school. Took a trip to Florida together. I wore their (matching, made by my aunt) hand-me-downs. As adults, we (girls) dressed up as Laura Ingalls Wilder and took a trip to Plum Creek. I stayed at their house as a baby, while my mom recuperated from pneumonia. When we're together, we always take a photo, lined up by age, standing backwards. We get each other's humor. Together we share the unique family memories of "The Firecracker Incident", "The Canadian Boy Scouts Incident", the "Contagious-giggling-while-Uncle-Ed-read-the-Christmas-story-and-said-The-Lord's-Prayer Incident", and on and on.
Others have observed us and commented that this isn't the usual cousin relationship, it's like seven brothers and sisters. Most people have cousins, but these are my cousins. "PattiLibbiJudi", always mentioned in order and as one name.
Yesterday we got the shocking news that Cousin Libbi has died. She had developed Lupus several years ago, and had various health complications from that, but was always able to fight back. During this hospitalization, too, the doctors weren't expecting this outcome.
None of us can quite put into words how stunning this is; sobering to experience a death in the family in our own generation.
Death was not part of God's plan when He created the world. Death is a cruel reminder that Satan is at work in this world, slithering around to "steal, kill, and destroy". With Libbi's death, Satan has had a temporary victory, bringing intense sorrow to her family and friends. The God-given blessings of family and friends have been suddenly cut off and replaced with pain.
And yet, while we are mourning this death, as Christians we really can also remember:
"But as for me, I know that my Redeemer lives, and that He will
stand upon the earth at last. And I know that after this body has
decayed, this body shall see God! Then He will be on my side!
Yes, I shall see Him, not as a stranger, but as a friend! What a
glorious hope!" Job 19:25-27 The Living Bible
Our family farewell song, sung whenever we part: "Good-bye, good-bye, be always kind and true," and, "Remember me, I'm the one who loves you."
We'll miss you Libbi, but we're still the seven cousins!
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