saying goodbye

It continues, the difficulty of staying in this country. As you may know we are in the middle of applying with the government to live here long term. Many families have made the decision of leaving and there are only a handful of us left that are in a waiting period with this. There is no anxiety in what we have already given to God. Faith and trusting have become a lifestyle for us. Still we deal with the emotions that come when having to say goodbye.
We have had to say good-bye to many friends... good friends. If you have never lived here it is hard to understand all the difficulties and opposition we come against. I have sat and cried with friends as we packed up their belongings mourning a ministry and life they had loved so much and worked so hard at. It is a difficult decision, and 1 that I could never judge. We know the warfare, pain, and sacrifice, that comes with this life but at times I think it takes more faith to leave.
Last week we again found ourselves having to say goodbye and deal with the loss of more friends. Over the years I have tried to counsel my children in words like, "we can enjoy the thought of having friends all over the world!" and "just think about how God brought those friends to us especially for this time in our lives...they will always be dear to us through those memories if not forever through the years!" These little reminders are not just for my children. I find myself gaining so much from each friend that God puts in my path to journey together for a time, surprising me in hidden treasures that I didn't know were there.
Recently, my daughter said to her friend Sarah as they said goodbye for the last time, "See you tomorrow!" This was her way of dealing with the pain, and although we will mourn our loss, I like the sentiment behind those words. So, to all my dear friends old, and new, thank you! I love you and am grateful for having shared part of life with you, you have taught me so much and I will see you in a tomorrow...

My 13 year lesson on boys...Happy birthday, Noah!

Today is my son's birthday. We already celebrated it but I thought I would write a post in honor of him.
From his beginning Noah was easy. His delivery was quick and easy and that was just a foreshadowing of what life in general would be like with Noah. He has been our easy-going, fun loving boy from the start. Always able to take bossing from his sister and endure wounds without a tear. And it seems that I just looked away and when I looked back he had turned into this young man.
I never had a brother and boys have been quite the mystery to me but having a son has given me an up close and personal lesson on the joy and struggles of boys. I am now a more understanding and compassionate woman to my dear "brothers" in this world! All I have to do is think about my own son and it gives me a greater sensitivity to their plight.
When Noah was 4 he said he was going to live with me forever! When Noah was 6 he said he would build a house right next door and live but he would not get married. When he was 8 he said that he would probably get married and live next door. When he was 10 he said that he would probably not live next door. Now he says, he might not even live in the same country. Having boys is both exciting and heartbreaking for a mom. God made it so they naturally pull away from mom to be mentored by dad...and mom just gets to cheer them on from the sidelines and put in her advice here and there. The pulling away is happening and I am rejoicing that my boy is growing up and learning to be a man from one of the best men I know, his father.
God gave me an incredible gift in my son Noah, and along with that a new perspective of "boy"...they are fascinating!

Love Your Neighbors

I took up running again in January. Long distance running, which for me is anything over 200 meters and has been a thing I have tried to stay away from...I used to love to sprint when I was young..er...*smile*(I am only 39 you know). But now I am embracing the discipline of truly running. It is quite the addiction once you get past the painful stage, and the wonderful endorphins kick in. I live in a rural neighborhood and so I have great choices of running routes to choose from, on dirt roads free from traffic and other then having to dodge pot holes, face-off with the occasional loose guard dog, and pause for sheep crossing, it is very peaceful with pleasant scenery.
We have lived in this area for 3 years now and you know that everyone has seen the Americans that live in the neighborhood (we are those people that wave and smile as we go by) and if they haven't I think they have now. It is hard to hide while wearing a Dr. Pepper baseball cap and a Michigan Wolverines hoodie. I stopped trying to blend in years ago... the accent, clothes, maybe my features and the fact that I don't have the gift of walking with a "runway-model" sashay, (like so many of the beautiful Russian ladies) give away that I am a foreigner.

We pray for our neighbors and not long ago in prayer time with the kids we asked for more opportunities to share God's love with them. Alas, not three days later one of our neighbors, Sergei, wandered over looking for help to lift some heavy things that his wife was unable to help him lift. He had been searching for a while and couldn't find anyone,and was obviously distraught by his predicament. Pointing to a house close by he said, "the man that lives there is not a good person!" (There is a prejudice among many Russians against Armenians and Sergei is Armenian). I think we were his last hope...not sure about those Americans? So, after chatting about what state we were from and the weather, I offered him the best I had and since Mark was gone that was my oldest son, Noah. Sergei was thankful and as he left he said, "People should be good, thank you for being good, I wish you goodness and happiness!" Noah came back 1 hour later with a bounce in his step and a bag full of cherries in his hand.

Sharing Jesus is more than words it is a radiant presence of the Holy Spirit in our lives,and just like I can't hide the fact that I am a foreigner, with my red Dr. Pepper cap, so it is for the christian "alien"...we are (hopefully) obviously different than the world around us and others feel it, see it, want to know it.

I noticed a lady on several of my runs, taking walks on my route, I am almost sure that she did this on purpose and so when our paths finally crossed I stopped to greet her. Lena, from, Samara, with 2 small children. I now pray for her by name as I run by her house and hope for more opportunities for my family and I to share the love of Jesus with her and all my neighbors.