He Fills, We Bless

Coins have two sides. So does raising kids overseas.

 

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We’re coming up on 3 years living in Thailand.

Anyone doing…. well…..just about A-N-Y-T-H-I-N-G in life knows that offspring make E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G……. more. More challenging. More beautiful. More mind-boggling. More gut-wretching.

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Our heart at filled2bless is to make the mystery of life overseas for missionaries, become a little more clear to those living in their home country. More honest. More realistic. More authentic. More brave.

I’m not positive, but I’ve gathered that a popular thought about raising kids overseas is that it is pretty much in the benefit of the child.  This idea generally comes from those who haven’t done it. Or those who haven’t engaged deeply with kids who have lived this upside-down life. It makes sense, that at first glance, a surface level assessment of it would be positive: adventure, new language, culture and excitement to experience. I get it. I had similar thoughts before when I considered missions and kids.

Ironically, doing this work here of facilitating our kids integration into their new life has made me feel MORE and LESS this way.  How is it possible to have such contradictory beliefs? Not sure.  But I’d love to share some of the ways that this life has been so incredibly beneficial for our kids, AND some of the ways in which it has brought a lot of hard in their lives.

The Hard Side of the Coin. 

1- Stability.  Largely our kids lack stability. We don’t travel around the world, but we live in a place that is not really our home.  We change schedules and schools and routines and roles often. We gain and loose new friends regularly.

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2- Family.  This isn’t unique to growing up overseas necessarily, but living oceans away seriously limits travel, so seeing family every few years is all most of us can do.  That makes the natural community we desire our family to live with and learn from, much more tricky. There is definite loss there.

3- Being an outsider.  Ah. Hard to write about this, being part of majority culture in our home country, as well as the realities of white supremacy around the world. However, even while acknowledging those things, there is a very real tension of living as an outsider in a very homogenous culture. A culture that really values sameness, tradition and their people’s identity.  A place that doesn’t really value welcoming the stranger or making space for71203500_2464466216969853_2765081713028628480_o the differences of others.  Reading adults sharing how much confusion and discomfort that this brought them when they were cross-cultural children (or TCK’s) has helped us try and picture better what this is like for a kid who are still forming so many of their views of themselves and the world at large.  It’s huge and significant and we are just beginning to appreciate the implications of it.

4- Health. We aren’t in the bush, boiling river water to drink (although we can’t drink the79710394_2644377185645421_4808146751783436288_o.jpg tap water here), however there are several things that we know are negatively affecting our kids (and our) physical health. The smog issue is a massive challenge in the Northern part of Thailand that we live in, so much so that some move to another area or country to avoid it’s harmful affects. While we are SO thankful we have access to a lot of local produce, we have limited access to some healthy foods, vitamins and other self-care items that we would utilize if we lived in America. There are a TON of kids snacks in Thailand, but unfortunately they are all LOADED with sugar, dye and MSG….and just like in the States, people love to give kids snacks here on every possible occassion.

5- Opportunity.  Whether it be access to schools, sports, specialists, therapies, holiday fun, programs or the various opportunities that a country like America offers, our kids have less access to many opportunities that may be really beneficial for them. We make best with what we have available, but this is sometimes part of the “hard” side of the coin of living overseas.

The Beneficial Side of the Coin.  (They don’t erase the other side, but neither should they be ignored!)

1- Stability.  While we don’t have the traditional stability + identity that children often have when they live in their own country, we are hoping our kids find a deeper solace and comfort in our immediate family. One of my closest friends grew up in the Philipines and the connection that her family shared, and continues to share into adulthood is so special + meaningful. When you go through a lot of unique experiences together, it often binds you in ways that “typical” life doesn’t always.

2- Family.  The Divine continually lives in community, and as we are image-bearers of this triune God, we are very deliberately designed to live + thrive in community. Often times, and in many countries this is your genetic family, but when God asks you to leave your family and move, you begin redefining what family will be for you. Our new family has become this big, beautiful, diverse group of people from many nations, demographics, family types and values. We enjoy the richness of these growing relationships, while simultaneously grieve the loss of being able to live life traditionally with our biological families.

3- Being an outsider.  Being a transracial family is already a complicated way to 74238115_2559498854133255_6327439107156869120_n.jpgnavigate the world. And living as an outsider, while already being a minority in your own country, can compound the challenge. This is two of our family members experience. However, living as an outsider, for those of us in our family that only have ever known what it’s like to belong ethinically + culturally, this experience provides us rich insights and a better understanding of what those living in minority categorizations in America experience. The caveat to this is while we have lost our majority status when we moved to Thailand, we haven’t lost the privileges that being white affords us in most parts of the world. So while we know much more about what it’s like to be an outsider, we would never claim to understand what it is like to be viewed in such a negative, “less than” light.

4- Health.  Nothing can mitigate the effects of breathing some of the world’s most toxic air for almost half of each year, however there are some neat health benefits to living here. Lots of sun, loads of juicy fresh produce, super cheap foot massages, doctors visits and medicine that practically costs pennies, and being in a tourist town with really reasonable hotels to escape to for a brief retreat from life. We try and remind ourselves of these perks when we feel closed in on during the intensely smokey part of the year.

5- Opportunity.  While we’ve lost access to a lot of opportunities, we’ve also gained 78329950_694084224419945_1406129248548159488_n.jpgaccess to many different opportunities. Driving 30 minutes so our kids can splash around in a waterfall, or our whole family eating at an outdoor Thai restaurant with a playground for $15…these things that feel so normal and mundane now, are really such gifts that we hope will be good memories for our kids to cherish regarding their childhoods. While 3 out of 4 of our kids don’t speak Thai that well, they all have had amazing exposure to language and culture that will forever change their worldview. Not to mention the opportunity to come to know + love another people group so deeply.  What a truly beautiful gift.

Doesn’t it seem like humans have this inward urge to categorize everything as good or bad….beneficial or not. Maybe the more nuanced life you experience, you come to realize most things don’t neatly fit into those rigid categories. This life that God has invited us to is loaded with truly opposing realities…that exists TOGETHER, with all the beautiful, frustrating tension that brings. Scripture is infused with this truth. Maybe eventually we will stop forgetting that we can’t actually have the coin, without embracing both sides of it.

 

Joy and pain, they are but two arteries of the one heart that pumps through all those who don’t numb themselves to really living. Ann Voskamp

 

Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted. Matt 5:4

For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under the sun.  Ecc 3

Weeping may endure for the night, but joy comes in the morning. Psalm 30:5

Unsettled.

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Unsettled: lacking stability; worried and uneasy; liable to change; unpredictable

What would be the stellar missionary response to “how was your home assignment”

A or B?

A.) Home assignment was an absolutely incredible experience. We had the chance to reconnect with family and so many amazing friends. It was really great to hear how everyone was doing, not just imagine how they are doing from their social media pics. We did a lot of super fun things, and got to enjoy ourselves in many different contexts. It was nice to have the comforts and familiarities of America. Our brains so appreciated the break from the constant deciphering of Thai language and culture clues all day. It was such a treat to be able to speak to anyone we wanted to, and to both understand each other effortlessly. We made so many amazing memories this summer, and deeply cherished the slices of life we got to share with those we love.

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B.) Home assignment was an absolute whirlwind of emotion. Some days we couldn’t tell up from down. We were so surprised how unsettled we felt in our own country, and how insecure we were at times that we didn’t understand everything that was going on. We tried so hard to appreciate all the wonderful things about America that we have missed, and yet some days we just couldn’t fully appreciate them. We felt so misunderstood by many people, and even in their best attempts to care about our hearts and the last 2 years of our life, we often felt alone in it. Alien-like.  It was hard + humbling to be constantly on the receiving end of other love and gifts, and feel like we had little to offer.  We missed Thailand, Thai people and the constant discoveries of new gems of understanding of our new country. We missed our missionary friends who seem to be the only people group whose lives really intersect with ours in all the big ways.

What if I was to tell you that every word of BOTH of those statements are completely 100% TRUE!  I know right, crazy. How could we be living a life filled with such utter paradox?!

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Ehhh…..so hard to accept that. Especially when your brain naturally sees through a black and white lens. Unfortunately, my B & W lenses do not fit anymore. This life of cross-cultural work and deeply loving two places— just will not allow for that kind of clarity or order of heart and mind. black and white

I’m pretty sure living an UNSETTLED life is not the typical prefered operating-mode for humans. Evidenced by how much we buck it in practically every way possible. Yeah yeah yeah…we know this world is not our home and that we are all pilgrims on our way to our final home, BUUUUUUUT that stays cerebral most days.

It seems the people I have seen that have most integrated that reality into their lives are those who are {by choice or not} living pretty far outside their preferred operating mode (comfort zones)….living daily without a precious loved one, managing chronic or terminal diseases, living in a different culture, well-acquainted with human suffering,  serving the most deeply broken (mentally ill, terminally ill, poverty-striken, war-torn), brokenadvocating for the exploited + abused.  Unable to unknow what they know, unable to wipe their mind’s slate clean and reintegrate back into “normal” life completely.  I’m sure so many other situations I’m not thinking of. Those who have tasted, and continue to experience a massive unsettledness with their identity and reality in this most unsettling world.

Our family is assuredly not uniquely equipped for this lifestyle. That we feel a real claritylightbulb about. But, we see that this IS the journey God has for us. Unsettled. lacking stability; worry and unease; liable to change; unpredictable…

Believe it or not, after 2+ years of living in Thailand, our home assignment was the big existential light bulb that brought this deeper understanding of one of the HARDEST parts about our call.

Only being back for 9 days now, we haven’t had the space or energy to sort through it all yet, but the awareness is very much there, and we really do trust that God will continue to help us navigate through the upheaval in our hearts. 

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I will lead the blind by ways they have not known,
    along unfamiliar paths I will guide them;
I will turn the darkness into light before them
    and make the rough places smooth.
These are the things I will do;
    I will not forsake them.

Isaiah 42:16

The Heart’s Attic- Our Experience in Grief Counseling

This is one of those things we’re not supposed to talk about.

Meh.

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Going to dismiss that ideal and continue onward….

God has sent us an invitation.

Most certainly one of the strangest ones we have yet to receive.

It might as well be with paper and ink, as it was given that clearly in the spiritual sense.

It’s not an invitation we want, not even a little bit.

Yet it’s an invitation we desperately need to move forward freely and joyously.

An invitation to a process of grief. 

I wonder if there is a little room in all our hearts — like an attic.

Things begin to accumulate there over time, all with the idea that “we’ll get to those later”.

On a rainy day, maybe we’ll rummage through all those things and take care of them.

But the rainy day seems to never come, and those things we place there to address later, never face the light of day.

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The attic-room is typically an unkempt, unattended to room in our hearts.

Yet our wholeness is dependent on that room-with-a-unclear-role. It can’t be avoided forever. We must walk in, however apprehensively, and begin to sort through the cluttered memories.

This week we officially accepted our invitation. Although we had already given our RSVP. “We’re afraid, but we’re in, we’ll be there”.

As you may very well know, the traveling companion to our BIG yes’es for God, is more-often-than-not hardship and pain. By God’s grace, we’ve had our fair share of yeses in our 12-year-long married life, and the heart-attic has accumulated quite a bit of clutter.

So as we sat in a counseling room, entering our heart-attics together, pouring through the stories, the memories, the horrors and the glories….we allowed ourselves to be more deeply known to each other, to a fellow- sojourner (counselor), ourselves and God Himself.

When our counselor (and friend) looked into our grief-washed hearts and authentically said, “I’m so sorry”….

I got it. 

The meaningfulness of the work we are doing here.

The power of being seen.

The gift of affirmation.

The healing power of telling your story.

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I don’t think I could have understood the value of our ministry in counseling cross-cultural workers to the depth that I do now, if it wasn’t for this profoundly soul-impacting experience.

Being on the receiving end of these invaluable gifts is almost necessary to offer these gifts well to others.

So here we are friends, in this grief process with no boundaries, rules or predictability. We have no guidelines or date of expiry. What we do have is a long-suffering Father, well-acquainted with sorrow, who will guide us along the way.  And the deep conviction that “The glory of God is man fully alive”, with an understanding that grief is an imperative part of our functioning humanity this side of heaven. 

And while it feels terribly undoing, there is this flicker of hope as He leads us forward. And the real comfort in knowing He’s been down this road many, many times before.

“Grief is not a disorder, a disease, or a sign of weakness. It is an emotional, physical and spiritual necessity, the price you pay for love. The only cure for grief is to grieve.”
Dr. Earl Grollman

 

The Most Unsafe Thing

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“Safe? Who said anything about safe?

Course he isn’t safe. But he is good, he’s the king.” 

The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe

 

Lately, I’ve been thinking about what the Father asks of His Beloved as we journey together….

Does He ask them to supernaturally experience his love and receive all that He has for them? YES.

Does He ask them to learn about themselves and those they love, so they can learn to love well? YES.

Does He ask them to let go of their self-centered ambitions and let Him cast His vision for their life? YES.

Does He ask them to choose life over death in every situation, every choice, every relationship? YES.

Does He ask them to care for their bodies, hearts and souls as they are ever-so-slowly being crafted into the person that He has destined them to be? YES.

Does He ask them to care more about the people’s needs around them, then their own reputation, prosperity and even comfort? YES.

And sometimes….maybe most times…He asks them to do the things that scares them THE MOST.

The places deep in our hearts we want to safeguard from the elements, wishing desperately that they would never get called to the front, hoping that He won’t ask for those places to be offered too.

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Those fragile parts of our soul, those tattered pages of our stories. Those deepest cracks where we’ve needed the healing balm of God’s grace the most. The places where we still feel susceptible, not yet aware of the heaven-side-version of our story.

The vulnerability that comes when He gently draws those places forward…exchanging our perceived comfort for His actual presence.  Replacing our grasping hands of control, with His real, anchoring peace.

The offering of these unsafe places, these broken pieces, might actually bring us something incredible……a level of LIFE that giving Him our safe, nicely ribboned, ‘desirable’ gifts, may never offer us.

 

If you cling to your life, you will lose it;

but if you give up your life for me,

you will find it.   

Matthew 10:39

 

 

It Sounds Like Another Language!

Language learning is beyond insanity.

Seriously people.

It is the most bizarre idea anyone ever attempted. To learn an entirely new way to see the world around and inside you….thoughts, actions, realities… in words. To try and tell your brain that what has meant one thing since you were say, 1 or 2, is something ENTIRELY different (and in a different order, and tone BTW).

How very, very strange.  Almost twilight zone-level-strangeness.

We have been chugging along this language track for about 10 months now.  In a perfect 10 months there would be no days consisting of headaches, exhaustion, apathetic feelings towards language, insecurity, brain fatigue, memory blocks, bad attitudes, speaking blocks….or sick-day-holiday-skip-days-kids-at-home days either…

But unfortunately, we didn’t somehow opt out of those things called LIFE when we started this daunting process. Shucks.

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And yet, with God’s grace right with us each tiny, seemingly insignificant (no for real!) step of the way….we are learning to speak(ish) the beautiful Thai language.

And since ‘speaking another language’ sounds like one thing to folks who have yet to really do so….we want to let y’all peak into our journeys as were progressing down this language train track.

 

The Kids:

CAVEAT, all you lovely-well-intended friends who said “oh kids learn languages so quick, they’ll be flying past you and speaking fluent in no time!”

No. No. Nope.

If only it were that simple.

Learning a language is INCREDIBLY complex, like physics-level complex, and while young kids have more brain potential to do such a thing, they are not just sponges who suck it all up with out intentionality and huge struggle. Truly, apart from VERY young kids being TOTALLY immersed in a second language (happening at home, at school, at play, in TV…ect) we have not found this idea to be true (with our kids or other TCKs).

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Camden- Cam is in a bilingual pre-school 5 days a week. The schools intention is to help Thai kids learn English, so only the afternoon is in Thai, but all but 1 (lovely) teacher are Thai, so he is learning basic Thai all day long from them with the routine, ect.

It is often said that kids who are bilingual at a young age end up speaking later than a 1-language kiddo, and while Cam would not be put in that camp, we think its a close comparison.  The brain is learning to file words and concepts in each language, and since there are two languages coming in, it takes longer for the language to come out in its proper channel (language A/language B).  So after being here for 10 months we are finally starting to see more Thai language actually coming out, and definitely comprehension of more things. He is such a brave little guy- and his love for life is probably one of the best attributes in attempting another language.

Tessa-  Tessa is in a bilingual school as well (The School of Promise), while instruction there is more like 70% Thai, 30% English.  While outside of school she really wrestles with nervousness in using Thai, in school she feels quite confident. Her comprehension is phenomenal, and her ability to speak is a close second to her amazing comprehension. Sometimes in public we ask her if we understand what someone said, and often she can help us out on a few missing words or phrases.  Ha! What a help that is! Tessa has really excelled in the English language, speaking in full, articulate sentences at 2.  Learning a new language is not in isolation to how you learn and engage with your own language. We really see her unique success as an extension of her well-adept English skills, as well as her high-interest level in Thai.

Lucas-  Lucas is also at The School of Promise.  The beginning of school was quite rough for Lucas, as he is a highly-feeling person, and is pretty aware socially. So not fitting it, and being told that, really affected him a lot.  That element isn’t gone, but it’s improving, and so is his ability to ‘handle’ that harsh reality.  At first he said he had no idea what was going on for a while, and now he says he understands what’s going on, and what’s expected of him! Amazing! Like usual, his comprehension is a lot stronger than what he can actually say, but both are improving.  We think his 2nd year in school is when a lot is really going to come together and ‘click’.  We are so proud of him TOTALLY getting out of his comfort zone, and most days, having a willing spirit and good attitude about tackling this language/culture giant.

Nikki- Nikki is at The School of Promise part-time.  She had a much more eager attitude about smallcomb_postcard-4inx6in-h.jpgstarting at a Thai school, and kind of jumped all in!  She has been to several schools in her life, and she has learned a definite level of resilience. It was hard for her at first being the only black student at TSOP, but again, she had some experience to pull from, and we were amazed how well she has navigated that.  Kids have seemed to accept that she’s a part of the school now and the ‘novelty’ of her having much darker skin than their own, has started to wear off.  Nikki has been keenly observant and has had strong comprehension for some time now, and those two skills have paid off in Thai for sure! She, like the rest of us, has better comprehension of what people are saying, but remembering how to say things right is hard for her.  Nevertheless, she’s definitely the most brave of the kids, and she will initiate a conversation, when ever the rest of us maybe won’t.  We’re amazed how she has managed all of this transition, and still kept her fun-loving, eager approach for life!

 

The Adults:

Lauren- As if most of you didn’t know, I (Lauren) write these posts, with my trusty side-kick editor and add-a-few-things-guy, Luke at my side.  It’s hard for me to summarize my language learning, as my view-point is not from the outside.  Luke and I have different strengths, and that has played out well for the most part in learning Thai.  My memory (when it comes to intentional memorization, not getting groceries!) has always been a strength for me, so my retention of the LOAD-fuls of vocab words we get is typically more than Luke’s. Remembering the tones (that each word has) is a tad bit easier for me too.  I so wish I was further along, and still didn’t get stuck SO often, but this language gig is not one you can control and tame….its a process that you MUST submit to. And submission has not always been my best skill 😉

Luke-  Who would have ever thought that out of the intro or extrovert, the former would be the braver one?!  Such a surprise to both of us.  Luke can come up with what to say more quickly than I, quite often, and I can help by reminding him of certain words here and there. When it comes to needing to approach someone and use Thai, Luke is often the leader, as I chicken out with the start-up more than I want to admit 😉 Then once we get started, we’re a good team, and with 2 of us listening and responding, there’s DOUBLE the chance that we’ll actually make it semi-successfully to the end of the conversation. Phew. In this language game we are always needing to boost our chances.

So there is, the 10 month (very official) language assessment!  At this point we really need STAMINA and a revitalized motivation to KEEP GOING. We recognize we wouldn’t have gotten HERE without each day plugging along word by word….HOWEVER, looking into the future and seeing WHERE we have to go….is still incredibly daunting. Maybe even more so now.  And the feelings of hopelessness and the desire to abandon the language track is strong some days. Yah know how they say the more you know, the more you realize you DON’T know…..yeah…that about summarizes it!

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Please join us in asking God for these things in

increasing measure for each one of us in our family. 

Thanks Team! 

Rough Places Smooth

 

So it’s actually happening.

We’re ‘being missionaries’ in Thailand.

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Although language is far from over (think like a 2 on a scale of 10, or like a freshman in a 4-year program), Luke is working 5 days a week at The Well International, and I am carting kids around to 2 different schools, homeschooling part-time, studying, going to Thai class, braving the grocery stores and markets, interacting with Thai and foreign friends, and ….lets call it, “being our life’s secretary”.

It’s great. It’s the real deal. And it’s really not near as glamorous as it sounded years ago when we imagined what it was like “being a missionary”.

But aren’t the important, holy things wrapped up in the simple? Aren’t the ‘BIG yeses’ of living in God’s will, walked out in the daily little yeses….

I am more convinced than ever before.

Prior to living in Thailand I thought this was the case for me because my life was so normal, so ‘comfortable’. Somewhat predictable.  BUT NOW, when our life is no longer really those things, I can see that the glory is STILL in those little yeses all.day.long…..It’s sinking down deeper.

These places were once rough.  God knew what He needed to do to prepare us for these places that were once ahead of us. And He has been faithfully leading us among  (very) UNFAMILIAR paths…….and they are truly becoming smooth before us.

We were once in the dark, blind to what lay ahead. And He has graciously brought 21731348_1455405231209295_2081403108514902042_nlight to our eyes as we have walked along this dark, confusing path. It is no longer dark, as He is making His light our reality. He has been our very real helper.

The smooth and lit path aren’t always what we imagine.  Maybe it’s a ‘smoothness’ that you feel AFTER the gripping moments of dread and complete despair…..maybe it’s a ‘smoothness’ that feels bumpy, and yet you hear His tender voice whispering in your ear over each bump “I AM here, I will not forsake you”.

And the light… sometimes it’s that faint, off in the distance kind of light….not because He is not powerful enough to give us the blasting beams, but rather, there’s a precious faith and anticipation He is allowing to build in us as we wait to (eventually) arrive at that well-lit place.

JOURNEY could not be a better description of life’s story. When I posted this verse on our ply-board kitchen cupboard, in our 1980 trailer at Seminary, I KNEW in the marrow of my bones that it rang true.  That God was beckoning us forward…with each little yes, to an incredible adventure. And that ultimately, regardless of the twists, bumps and darkness HE was doing a new thing with each step of that way….and in that process He was revealing more and more of Himself to us.  He is in the destination, and the journey. And He makes it all worth-taking.

 

I will lead the blind by ways they have not known,
    along unfamiliar paths I will guide them; 
I will turn the darkness into light before them
    and make the rough places smooth.
These are the things I will do;
    I will not forsake them.

Is.42:16

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Is Self-Care Selfish?

 

This past Sunday, I took care of myself. Like, really took care of myself.  I slept in. Went on a walk. Listened to great music. Stretched. Juiced fresh fruit/vegetable juice. I even took a NAP, on top of sleeping in. And in the evening I spent hours with some amazing women that fill my soul.  We didn’t even *gasp*  go to church. (Our church is off for this month while we’re encouraged to meet in each other’s homes. Our entire weekend has been surrounded by doing Nikki’s hair, so therefore we stayed home to finish that).

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Some would consider my day selfish.  Maybe even a little inward focused.  Should a missionary especially, spend so much time on THEMSELVES? I don’t know seems a little hedonistic, ay?

Since we have hit the ground here on our long-awaited mission field….we have heard countless numbers of solid, passionate missionaries share of their close call with burn-out.  Some say they were even swallowed up by it.

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We have had a huge burden to take care of ourselves and really try to have a mindset of “prevention”, rather than “productivity, regardless of the cost”.  God has been building this mindset in our hearts for the last few years prior to arriving, and now we are here and get to flesh out what it actually looks like to care for our souls in a climate that is so challenging.

What does it even mean to truly take care of yourself. Have good boundaries. Know yourImage result for vine needs. Stay connected to the Vine. Be holistically healthy. Care for your soul.

These are the mystery questions that seems so evasive at times.

Maybe it’s easiest to look to what it is to NOT take care of yourself. To NOT know your boundaries. To let your soul wither away.  This….this is all around us.

In some places in the world, I’m thinking especially of poverty-ridden countries, people are living out of a place of survival and I assume it is a luxury to really care for themselves.   This is tremendously unfortunate.

However, for virtually everyone reading this, we forfeit our soul care for far from  necessary reasons. We thrive off the rat-race. We are so highly motivated by more and better, that we run ourselves ragged for the sake of this endless pursuit. Maybe some of us don’t like the lull between projects, so we say “yes” to things that were not ours to conqueror in the first place. If many of us are honest, the inner rewards we reap from accomplishing things in our days, whether big or small, is more worth it to us than a little self-care. What does that REALLY do anyways?

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Think of a beautiful apple tree that a young man plants for his future children and grandchildren.  His desire is that this tree becomes a haven, a blessing, a fruit-providing gift for those generations.  None of us would think it’s strange that this man MUST nurture this tree for it to ever become and remain a blessing to those around it.

Filled to Bless.

We MUST fill, if we desire to be a blessing to those around us.  This simple truth can make all the difference between people who serve the Kingdom of God with sustained longevity and soul-health, and those whose fruit is sparse and sickly…and whose souls dry up.

Our good Father, who is the giver of EVERY good gift our souls need, longs to fill us.  He designed us to be broken jars of clay, that His glory can fill us and then flow through. Image result for broken clay pot light flowing through How magnificent. It really is so glorious.  This is no frugal Father. He doesn’t ask us to give what we don’t have.  He doesn’t leave us empty, while we pour to others.  He desires to continually fill us. He said we will have everything we NEED for life and godliness.  Everything. That is an abundance we fail to tap into if we are so caught up in DOING and even SERVING.  Jesus pulled away multiple times in Scripture to fill, and PAUSE His ‘extending’ work to others. (Luke 5:16)

Whether you like it or not you ARE a mere mortal friend, and your needs are the needs of a mortal.  A designer, more than anyone else, knows what it’s creation needs.  Life is not separated by holy and humble.  Needing sleep= humble.  Praying= holy.  Date night with our beloved= humble.  Serving strangers= holy…….you get the picture. We subconsciously do this ALL the time! There is no distinction, our Designer knows ALL these things we need, and it seems He encourages us to intentionally pursue what our soul, body, heart and minds need.

And the irony of it all….for those, who like myself, just really wrestle to reject this as selfish deep down, is that we ARE SERVING all the people in our lives when we care for ourselves well.  We are building into that tree (ourselves) that they will be blessed by.

 

The delightful moral of this story is that we really ARE loving others as we love ourselves by pursing consistent, holistic, life-giving self care.

 

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