Friday, April 18, 2014

Dance, Children. Just Dance.

I experienced probably my last WYIS performances today. There's something about kids singing or dancing on stage that often gets me teary-eyed whether I know the kids or not. This has confounded me for awhile. I can understand parents' pride in their kid's work or growth, but what is it about those kids that gets me deep down?

Today I made a connection that may provide a partial answer to my question. Dancing on that stage today were children from several different countries, most of whom had come to our school and had to learn English, often from scratch. They hang out in varying friend groups and were from several grades. I watched them move around in synchronization and began to see what gets me at the heart. On that stage, country, personality, grades, age, social status, personal beliefs didn't matter. They were dancing together. I'll admit these kids weren't in any synchronized-swimmer standard unity. No, in fact, at times they were all over the place but it didn't make a difference to me. They were dancing in unity with one purpose and they were enjoying it. They had obviously spent time learning the dance and each played their part in making the whole.

I wonder if I saw a bit of what our Heavenly Father sees when His children dance in unity. Just like most parents (hopefully) are touched by their children's performances no matter at what quality level they perform, what our Father delights in is our unity and heart. I don't think He looks down and sees how Little Adelita isn't perfectly in sync with the others or how Johnny had to take a pause to pick his nose. When his kids are dancing together, it is a delight.

I think too often we get caught up in what the perfect dance looks like and how to get everyone to accomplish "So You Think You Can Dance"-level synchronization. So if someone isn't up to our standard we vote them out. If we don't like the dance, we quit.  But in the big picture, the important lesson is to become a part of the dance. Join in, whether you know how or not! We all have to learn.

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Long Distance Mad Lib

Apparently the beginning of Spring is my once a year time to write. I'm not gonna apologize for posting so sporadically, because I rule the blog- it doesn't rule me :) Mwahahaha.

Caleb and I write a long email to each other every night.  I used to secretly like writing because it gives me time to think and I can savor every word he writes, but lately we're both decidedly wanting to do anything with each other but write- pick noses, hold hands, run through fields of flowers, watch tv, eat vegetables, sit on a couch...you get the point. But what, one might ask, could a person write several paragraphs about each night? It's not like either of our lives is very exciting (I know China may seem alluring to some, but it has its routines and ruts). For all those who wonder (and a few mixed in there who really just don't), here's a little Mad Lib-esque template for writing a daily long-distance relationship email. So if you ever happen to be separated from your loved one for a year and a half, here's an idea of what to write about:

Paragraph 1:
"Dear (fill in blank with lovey pet names),
Today was ___(adjective)___.  I woke up and __(verb)_____. My morning was ____(adjective)__________ because __(independent clause)___.  For lunch, I ate ____(noun)____ and it was _(adjective)____.  

Paragraph 2:
After lunch I ___(several sentences going into detail about activities of the afternoon).  I wish you had been there. I thought of you when _____(independent clause)___.  I talked to ___(person's name)___ and they asked about you. They say "hi."  They can't wait to meet you/see you again (circle one). I think you'll really/not really (circle one) get along with them. They're ___(adjective)___.

Paragraph 3:
For dinner, I had ___(noun)__ and it was __(adjective)___.  And now here I am I'm writing you. My day wasn't very exciting, so I don't now what else to write. _________(fill in blanks with several sentences or paragraphs rambling on about your thoughts or opinions about any detail of the day. This is the most exciting part of the email, so wrack your brain real good to think of something you haven't discussed yet- milk cows, fruit trees, the emerging church, homeschooling, education systems, taxes, gun control, hair...you get the idea.)______.

Paragraph 4:
Respond to every paragraph written in yesterday's email from your love.

Paragraph 5:
And now I'm going to bed soon.  I miss you so much every day more and more. I can't WAIT to be together.  Just ___(fill in with number of weeks or days)___ left. ____(fill in blanks with why you love that person and how wonderful it would be to be together)___
Your ____(your name)____

PS: my mom says hi

Wow, re-reading this it sounds slightly depressing. It's really not, though writing can get old for sure. Hope you find this template useful...actually I hope you never have to find it useful!

I do hope to write more next year and give everyone my outsider's perspective on life in rural United States after living in large cities for the past 10 years...not to mention a Chinese city which is "bustling" to say the least. It's sure to be enlightening. 

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Once Upon a Profile


It's been over a year since I last posted anything on this thing. I think I somehow believe that what I have to say has to be profound in order to go on the blog, even though I know that's not true. And frankly, life has simply been flying by. But every once in awhile I'm asked to share about what God is teaching me and it is then that I begin to write again.  Here is the written form of my rambling mind's wanderings as I worked through the past six months. It's long, so either suck it up or give up :)

There are many things I want to say and the words and expressions have struggled through the barbed wire trenches of my muddy mind for weeks now, belly crawling to find their way out where they can be seen, useful, but not shot down on the battle field upon first standing up.  The testimony of God’s goodness always finds its way out somehow, though, amidst my own thoughts and desires to be understood, or to say something profound. But a testimony is always, first and foremost, about God, testifying to Him- who He is through what He has done.  This testimony of mine, of the past 6 months, is like a cheap fake purchase at the Beijing Pearl Market- looks cool but doesn’t last more than 3 uses-- unless it points to Him.  My prayer as I write this out is that this testimony is the real deal, pointing to the Maker and Designer, the One who cuts no corners to produce in us what is top quality and won’t wear out no matter how many times it’s used.

This testimony begins where my last story ended- February, surrender.  For those of you didn't read my last post, that was a turning point in my life- a time when God broke through my stiff-necked refusal to truly believe He would be good to me in singleness or marriage and claimed His promise in the depths of my being, giving up my perceived notions of control.  It certainly was a breakthrough.  It was only because of that that for the first time I didn’t feel like I was taking control of my future by taking the step to join eharmony.  Honestly, it started on a whim. I didn’t feel the same aversion to the idea of going online as I had before, because I knew that God is in control of the internet fibers and people using it in the same way and to the same extent as He is of everything else.  I had no more control online than I did waiting for Him to bring me someone in China.  It was not a well-thought out decision, but one that I felt complete peace about, something that would not have been true just a few months before.  Looking back, I honestly don’t know what I was thinking. I had just signed a two year contract which hadn’t even begun yet.  Really, my story started then, back in January, with me begging the principal for an extra 2 days to make that final decision, to be sure that God wanted me to sign that contract...to be absolutely certain, that God wanted me to stay 2 more years...not 1, but 2.

Eharmony is fun, but it’s not.  I wrote to a few guys, always thinking that probably most people are turned off by the fact I’m in China. For some reason, I never really considered the distance as a real issue. I mean, it was only 2 years!  I think the idea was to find someone and maybe meet them in the summer, then 2 years later go home and get married...that would be most ideal, right?  I never really thought about how those two years might be difficult if I were to meet someone. The hard part is finding the right guy, right?

It’s September and eharmony is clearly struggling...35 year old male after 35 year old male, military, lawyer, beach bum, “video game designer” (?)...one after another.  I could read one sentence and easily decide not to even take the first very simple step.  Come early October and a profile I almost closed out, but I came back the next day to send the bazillionth set of questions that I never expected to hear back from.  At this point, I was going to let my eharmony subscription run out in November and then not get on again until at least August, giving me a more reasonable time for getting to know someone and then being able to be with them in America.  But Caleb answered back, again and again.  And his answers got me really excited.  You have to understand, you can go as far or as short as you want on eharmony.  I had no problems getting to the emailing stage and just talking to guys and getting to know them, just to get a feel for the situation without ever really being sold out interested in them.  But Caleb was different from the start.  “What’s your biggest fear in marriage? a. being hurt, b. becoming like your parents, c. losing interest.”  and he writes in his own answer, “that I’ll lose sight of marriage as a representation of Christ and the church.”  Say what?!  Wish I’d thought of that :)  And it continued. We began sending messages, then went to e-mail.  We skyped and I waited.  and I waited and wondered what was going on in his head, as girls so often do with guys.  He told me he had closed out all his matches and eventually I closed mine.  He was always 100% clear with me where he was at.  He said he was taking it slow. He asked how I was about it all and I answered guardedly. He admitted the distance and time was hard to deal with.  He wondered about how our personalities went together and the whole time I was thinking, “what more could you possibly be waiting for?”  

You have to know this- there’s alot people can say in an e-mail.  There’s no pretty flower on the ground or ugly dog or awkward outfit somebody’s wearing to lead a frivolous discussion. There’s no “so and so did this and then so and so did this...” or “wow, this food is soooo good today.  I love Chinese food.”  You can only write so much about mundane topics before you start digging deep, if only to find something to write or talk about.

But in every relationship, there comes a point when you decide to either take one big vulnerable step or take a step back. And we had both been taking baby steps of vulnerability. There came a final step, though, that I had to take, but before I did, I called my parents in a moment of “crisis” and asked them what I should do and what I should say to Caleb.  I was shocked that my dad was almost pushing me to just trust this guy.  Their faith in my ability to discern surprised me, and their peace about somebody whom none of us had met also caught me by surprise.  And there’s the hand of God.  A peace that doesn’t make sense.  A mom peace and dad peace and Eileen and Caleb peace both.  Nothing but peace except for an inner struggle based on the non-sensical-ness of it all.  A guy who was just about ready to close everything out 3 months before because eharmony is stupid.  And a God that said “just keep going with this one...the one in China.”  Caleb looking at the distance and saying “that just doesn’t make sense.  I don’t want that. That’s too hard.” and a God saying “my grace is sufficient for you.  Take one more step.  Just one step.”
  
From my side, it was slow and I didn’t know what was going on. But this is what was going on- God in the still small voice, telling him to keep stepping.  Me, wondering what could possibly be stopping him from crossing the border, not knowing that it was the hand of God alone that was drawing him to just take one day’s more of step.  And on my side, a peace that didn’t make sense.  An ocean, sometimes silence, but never doubting that God was in this.  And one promise for sure- “My timing is good.”  I don’t know how I knew that promise. It was in my head almost from the very beginning, from the first doubt of why He was doing this now.   “My timing is good. Trust me.”  I wanted to go home then. I wanted to make sure it would work out. I wanted to take control again.  But always “my timing is good. Just trust me.” 

And still today.  It doesn’t make sense.  Why would God lead me to sign that 2-year contract, so purposely prayed over and clearly led?  I’d even asked about and mulled over the one year contract. Why didn’t God lead me to that?  Why would I have already planned every 2 week vacation through December 2013 before ever meeting Caleb?  We had Vietnam tickets in September for goodness sake!  Who even does that?  Why would he be on the same length of contract back in Wyoming?  why why why? “My timing is good. Trust me.”  
And so we do, even though it doesn’t make sense. and 6 months, then 9 months, then 6 months is even more impossible than thousands of miles.  But God specializes in impossible.  He specializes in strength through weakness and “watch me”  and “wow, look at that.” He loves being center of vulnerably dependent beings.  He loves coming through on His promises. And I love when there’s no explanation but “God.”  

So whatever reasons there may be for a long-term, long-distance relationship not to work out, I assure you I have dwelt with them already.  But for me (for us) that is the land of doubt.  I’m not saying that I know what will happen in the future, but for now I know for certain this- God’s timing is good. Trusting Him is good. Keeping my eyes fixed on Him is good...and Caleb and I now is good. Neither of us claims to know what the future holds or when or how, but we both know with full assurance that this has been and is being led by Him. That doesn’t mean and never has meant that it’s free of pain or struggle or hardship all mixed in with doubt, but it does mean it will be good.  Because we serve a good God. And that is worthy of testimony.

Saturday, March 17, 2012

Single Surrender


I’m going to share something that, throughout the years, I have been somewhat embarrassed about.  I guess I always thought it was not a topic to discuss in mixed company…mixed as in single and married.  I’ve used the excuse that nobody cares to hear about the deep pains of singleness or that any lesson I’ve learned would not be equally useful to married couples to avoid sharing the deep pain I’ve felt in regard to my singleness.  But this is the single biggest story of my adult life, and today I will share it, along with God’s redemption.

In my senior year of high school, all seniors had to meet with the guidance counselor to discuss our future.  “Tell me about your 5 and/or 10 year plans, Eileen.”  Those who know me understand my present aversion to such an idea, but I had none on this day. “Well, in 5 years I hope to be married, maybe with 1 kid.  10 years I hope to have 2-3 kids.”  I’m pretty sure he hadn’t heard that one before, but it was an honest admission from me, apparently not ambitious enough for him (oh, the irony). That was my future. I was going to college as a backup plan, willing to be a teacher for a year or two before I had kids.  That was the plan.

Being willing to return to China after student-teaching was my first act of surrender in regards to marriage.  Coming here, a woman must put her full trust that, if she is to get married while overseas, it will most certainly be an act of God.  Signing on for 2 more sets of contracts were each their own unique acts of surrender.  Imagine feeling like you have signed away your 20s to singleness, teaching in a grey-skied foreign country!  I’ll leave when I’m 29 or older (31, 33?), and I’m still coming to terms with that.
It hit me a few weeks ago what my surrender has been, though.  I’m very much a visual and kinesthetic learner, so God gave me a picture of my supposed surrender.  I hold marriage in my hand like a piece of cloth. Like a young child clings to the shirt or skirt of his mother.  I have a death grip on it.  My surrender is this, “Lord, I am willing to stay single for the rest of my life.  But if you want me to take this from me, you’re gonna have to cut off my whole hand. I know it’s gonna be a long and painful process, but I’m willing to endure it to follow you.”  That’s exactly how it has been…no exaggeration.  I’m even willing to follow God around while holding on to my piece of marriage hopes….ready to embrace the ensuing bloody mess as God’s best for my life.

And yet letting go has been the impossible.  When I can bring myself to think hopefully, I desperately pray for God to bring me a husband…and soon, please.  Please give me patience to wait.  Last week when the speaker in fellowship called us to pray with each other for the impossible, I immediately thought of marriage. What could be more impossible than finding an English-Speaking Follower of Christ in China.  And not just anyone…somebody who can put up with me and love it. Somebody who has the same whole-hearted passion for living a surrendered, spirit-led, Christ-empowered life as I.  That’s impossible.  But last Sunday God made me think of something even more impossible than that: real surrender of marriage.  Real surrender…letting go of that cloth, not just being willing to joyfully endure the amputation of my hand (if that’s what God’s good means), but laying the cloth down, releasing muscles clenched longer than I can remember. Muscles that have atrophied into a powerful, unmovable grip on a part of life I thought necessary to my earthly happiness.  Thought of life without marriage was worse than almost anything else I could imagine.  Growing old alone.

But last week, God did the impossible through prayer.  When I prayed, “Lord, help me really surrender,” He began to work from within my body, starting at my heart and mind out to my clenched fist.  And he released my grip…if only a finger, two.  And I’ve never felt freer.  But I’ve struggled to describe the change.  I still desire marriage as much as before. I still feel the pain.  And as I was reading Larry Crabb’s book, “Shattered Dreams,” I came upon a quote that described it perfectly. “It’s a foreign idea to imagine that we might desire God so strongly and passionately that every other desire could still be fully felt and yet not control us.”  That’s it, control.  I have surrendered control to God.

I hope you see why this story is worth telling.  It’s worth telling because it’s not a story about singleness or marriage. It’s a story about surrender, the complete kind.  What have you held onto with an iron grip, admitting that you are willing to let God chop your hand off?  What is your worst fear?  Have you surrendered it, really, to Him?  If not, we have a lot in common.  But we also have something else in common; when we ask Him to help us surrender, He will.  It may takes years, but He will. He’s always been faithful to me.

I shared this story in my fellowship. If you are interested in watching it on youtube, the link is http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LiG7uNyVevE

Thursday, January 26, 2012

Good Ol' USA

There are many delightful aspects of the U.S. that I truly miss.  Being away for so long has given me a fresh perspective on this "land of the free and home of the brave."  Here are some points (both good and bad) that have stuck out to me during the last 4 weeks.

1.  Waste: When I tell my students that many ppl in the U.S. actually have sprinklers to regularly water the grass in their yard, they are shocked.  Another example: plastic cutlery and cups as thick as the real stuff.

2.  Car convenience: Please, never underestimate the convenience and comfort of owning a personal vehicle.  Wanna go grocery shopping? Hop in the car, load up the cart, push the cart to the car, load up the car, drive car within a few steps of your door, empty car in multiple trips.  Take a moment and think about how WONDERFUL that is.

3.  Sedentary lifestyle: See number 2 as partial support for this.  I know many Americans are living healthy lifestyles, but it has been a shocker, nonetheless, how many are not.

4.  Nature: Again, I realize the regions and urban/rural differences within the U.S. are as varied as it gets, but I thoroughly enjoy the non-city aspect in Columbia.

Liberty, my parents' aging boxer, also enjoys #s 2-4.


5.  Friendliness:  Ok, so maybe it's all a facade, but I'll take a "how are you doin'" any day to a shove out of the way or wary glance.

6.  Choice: Walk into a grocery store and look at how many different options you have for salad dressing (or almost any other thing)...and be amazed.

7.  Variety: of people, of food, of things people "need," of appearances, of opinions, of lifestyle choices....it's everywhere.

8. Personal Space: Ah, the invisible bubble. It's quite delightful, really, to be able to go in public and be quite sure you won't have to physically touch another being unless you are personally inclined to do so.

Thursday, October 13, 2011

Dear Abram

You earned a name in the "faith hall of fame" (Hebrews 11), and I'm a bit confused about how all this works practically in life.  Would you answer some questions for me?

When you went to Egypt to get food in a famine, you sorta took things into your own hands.  You told Sarai to lie and say she was your sister...wanted to save your own hide, right?  It doesn't seem like that was what God wanted, though, because Pharoah's whole household got diseased when he took Sarai as his wife.  You took things into your own hands and failed.  God blessed you with riches, but that's because He promised He would.

When you gave the best choice of land to Lot (yes, your little nephew who was not given the covenant promise that you were) did God tell you specifically to do that, or were you just acting maturely? Was it faith that told you not to be proactive in gaining that land?

When the King of Sodom offered you a bunch of money, you refused him because you made an oath to God not to take money from him so that it could only be said that the riches had come from God.  Did God tell you to take that oath, or did you just know because you were abiding in Him?

When you listened to the voice of Sarai and had a child with Hagar, you were taking things into your own hands?  How did that work out for you? Is that how God wanted to work to give you children?

So I guess what I'm wondering is, what do you think of the common Christian phrase:
"Work as if it's all up to you, pray as if it's all up to God"
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Sunday, October 9, 2011

Monkey Horror

Today, in an attempt to check out a possible field trip opportunity, some friends and I traveled to a "monkey park" about an hour from home. We were hoping to see some monkeys up close, but after seeing these signs, we were a bit concerned.




 But in the end the monkeys were not as horrifying as the signs seemed to indicate.  They appreciated the snacks we shared with them and came right up to take it gently from our hands. They did not appreciate, however, the others there who were determined to get the baby monkeys out of the trees by throwing bottles at them.