Sometimes when I am faced with the time by myself, I am at a loss as for what to do. I love the time that I get to spend with…
I am a Christ follower, wife to the most amazing guy, and a full time mommy which I wouldn't trade for the world. I am a lover of photography and a wannabe world traveler. Sometimes I find myself in the kitchen cooking up a new recipe. I love sharing my adventures old and new with anyone that will listen.
It is hard to think that I have already been back from the Philippines for an entire month. I would love to say that it feels like I was just there. To be honest, it does not. It feels as though it is a lifetime of memories away as well as a whole world away. It saddens me to think about this. I continue to think and pray about Rehoboth and all that are their, but it is not an ever present thought as it once was a mere few weeks ago. The people mean so much to me even though I only spent a short time with them. They are family, as Bong put it. We are bonded together with the love of Christ. I miss my family back there. Through facebook I get to continue to be a part of their lives. It is exciting to get up dates on how the clinic is coming along. The ever present thoughts might not be there anymore, but the things I learned can be here with me now.
While at Rehoboth, I had the privilege of reading stories to the children before we had our group devotional time. I would finish up dinner and then head over to the older children’s house. As soon as I entered the room, I was instantly flooded with joyous children whose hands were usually heaping full of books. I found somewhere to sit down and begun to read a book. Some of the children would sit and listen intently, but others were always up and down. They would be listening to me read, then head off to listen to someone else read, and usually find their way back to me with a few more books in their hands.
Snow in Montana during any month is never really that unusual. There comes a point in time though that you sometimes start getting tired of it falling down when all you want is to see the sun shine for at least a day or two. I use to be fine with whatever winter threw my way a few years ago. Then I took up running.
I woke up at 5:00 in the morning on the 5th for a run. What a better way to start off your birthday (besides sleeping in)? Things started to go wrong. I didn’t have a good nights sleep. Getting up when all you want to do is sleep is not much fun. As Brent and I have started our marathon training, there was no getting out of it. When I finally dragged myself out of bed, I started to trip on various items that were on the floor. They were things that were off to the side of my path to the bathroom and my closet. It took me a few extra minutes to get all geared up for running and then I headed downstairs. Of course I had to bump my elbow on my way down the stairs. I decided to take a moment to sit down and pray. I did not want to start my day off with a bad attitude that I could feel starting to arise. This was not how I wanted to spend my birthday. As I shouldn’t want to spend any of my days this way. We have a choice whether or not to have a bad day. I decided that I did not want to spend my day moping around. Brent and I headed out the door for our run and it all started to turn around. I was wearing some new running clothes that he had bought me! The nice thing was that he bought some nice ones as before I didn’t spend much money on them. Oh boy could you feel the difference. I am definitely going to start investing in some nicer running clothes! It was a nice 40 degree run. Our training program has us doing minutes during the week and miles on the weekends, we could just run without a path. We could have a spontaneous run! Brent and I rarely do this. We usually head out the door with a specific plan. It felt great! My attitude had completely changed and I was now ready to bring on the day. We finished up our run. Brent made me a tasty breakfast of french toast and then I headed off to work.
Also I heard the voice of the Lord, saying: “Whom shall I send, and who will go for Us?” Then I said, “Here am I! Send me.”
God asked us to go. I want to be continually saying, “Here am I! Send me.” That is what I always want my answer to be to God in my life. To continually answer his call here in Bozeman, back in the Philippines, or wherever He may send me.
I am getting some help on this blog post thanks to Journey and their song “Don’t Stop Believing.”
While at the party in the Philippines on our last night, Day 8 (Jess’s View), Bong was trying to get everyone to start singing some songs for videoke. A few people sang some songs. Then Jordan and Krya picked out the song “Don’t Stop Believing” by Journey. They dragged me into it, which I really didn’t mind, and we started singing. I quickly fell back into my ways as a high schooler while hanging with these two. It felt good to be back at that point where anything could be fun. As long as you are having fun, it really didn’t matter how you looked or what people were thinking. We belted out the lyrics with enthusiasm and an overwhelming joy. We couldn’t help but laugh our way through the entire song.
A picture worth a thousand words. (If only I knew a thousand to describe it.) She is standing with her arm stretched out towards you with the biggest smile you have ever seen on a child. Between her little fingers is a bubble wand. At then end of the wand, there is a bubble that had been caught after she had blown and chased so many.
I am reminded of the night that we had to say goodbye to the children and the workers. I changed the background on my work computer today from a picture of Glacier National Park to that night. Since I can’t put the picture up online (it is one of the children), I will describe it to you. There are a small group of the older children standing in front of the videoke machine.
I have been back from the Philippines for just over one week. Two things that I have noticed about myself.
Every night while at Rehoboth, we had a group devotion time in which one of my team members lead us to reflect on God’s word, and what we were doing in the Philippines. It was a great time that helped me reflect on what I was doing while there, and back at home in the states. I spent my days and nights writing in my journal about the events of each day, but I wasn’t taking the time to reflect on those events. Sometimes it can be hard to do that while you are in the moment. That is why I am here now writing to you. I have found myself over the past few days, since my return, reflecting on everything that God showed me. The last night at Rehoboth, Josh McKenzie lead us in a night of reflection. This was a great time as we heard from everyone. It was inspiring to see what God had brought to everyone’s attention while on this mission trip.
As I went to work today, only to sit in an office alone, I couldn’t help but think of those I left behind in the Philippines. My heart was yearning to be with them to enjoy their company and laughs. I look up at the newly printed pictures plastering my desk at work, and am sad. I want to be back there shoveling dirt, hauling it away over and over again, and loving on the children. There is something exciting about digging around in dirt that can make one feel accomplished. As I fumbled through paperwork trying to get caught back up, my work didn’t seem as important as what I was doing the week before.