Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Let Me Explain


In two days, we will have lived in Mexico for 6 months. Technically, this means that 25% of our two-year commitment has been completed; un-technically it means we are still adjusting and learning. I hope to write more, just to communicate what life is like here, because many times what we think we know about someone's life, isn't really the whole story. And I'm a big fan of whole stories. I suppose we are technically “missionaries” (though I don’t refer to myself as such very often), and I had lots of ideas and thoughts about missionaries before becoming one. Here are a few:
1. They love adventure and new places
2. They are so busy they probably hardly think about their friends
3. How easy—they get to live on other peoples’ money!
4. They are satisfied and have peace because they are making huge sacrifices to help others

Now, let me explain.

1.  I don’t hate adventure or new places, but I wouldn’t say I love them either. I’m what you might call a low-risk-taker. I was in Costa Rica, several years ago, in the jungle with the purpose of zip lining through it. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity, I’m sure, but I declined with a polite “no gracias.” Instead, I sat in the tree house and painted my nails, because that’s about as risky as I get. But in my defense, one time, not too long before this, I gave in to the lure of “it’s-a-once-in-a-life-time-opportunity” and I inadvertently ended up mostly naked in some crystal-clear ocean of Brazil in front of a lot of people and one giant starfish. I may not be great at taking risks, but I’m really good at learning lessons. Lesson. Learned.

I don’t love adventure or new places—I tend to love comfort and security more. I like knowing what to expect and how to do things. Living abroad provides neither of those comforts. It is a constant learning process, which is tiring. I think of other people, maybe people I’ve seen on the Travel channel or just people I’ve imagined, and they enjoy, even embrace all the differences of new cultures. I see their smiling, excited faces as they taste new, unfamiliar, possibly laden with hepatitis cuisine. I see them, without reservation, butchering the language and being so proud of themselves just for trying. They move through this new land with the awe and wonder of a child. This is not what I look like. I look more like the dejected teenager in high school who can’t open her locker, has broccoli in her teeth, and thinks everyone is laughing at her. Living abroad, for me, is definitely a huge serving of Humble Pie.

2.  I am busy, that much is true. I am busy learning how life works in Mexico; I am busy taking care of my family; I am busy watching American TV because it feels like home. It’s also true that we have an amazing group of friends here and we are making new friends every week. All of this truth, though, doesn’t mean that I don’t miss all my friends from home more than I can adequately communicate. Being known by someone is the ultimate gift; being understood, even when saying all the wrong things, is invaluable; and being loved for everything that I am and am not, is a true picture of grace. I don’t know why I get to have people like this in my life, but I am so thankful for them. These are not friendships that can be duplicated or replaced and so I cherish them. I am never too busy to miss you.

3. Living on other peoples’ money is simultaneously humbling and slightly stressful. We do not ever take lightly the fact that we are here because we have people supporting us monthly. We understand that every check that is written is a sacrifice. We try to continually express our thanks to everyone who supports us in any way because we are so thankful. Like filled-to-the-brim thankful. It is nothing short of a miracle, in our eyes, that we are here. We also know that life happens, finances change, people forget to write checks. And so I live in between thankfulness and worry. And yet each month, it all works out, and I’m learning to worry less. Living on support is also part of the Humble Pie that I was eating in point number 1. It’s this reminder of how small I am and how it takes so many of us, working together, to create beauty in broken places. None of us can do it alone.

4.  I’ve been having a slight faith crisis for several years now. Sometimes major things and sometimes not. Something that has nagged me forever, it seems, is never being enough or doing enough. In my mind, I can always do more and be better. The concept of being content can be foreign to me at times because I confuse it with apathy and apathy is unproductive. What I really long for is that settled feeling in my heart that says, “you are enough”. Most days, I don’t have it. I have a feeling though, that no matter what I do or where I go, it will never feel like enough. Part of this journey of living here has involved stripping away everything that once gave me value—my education, my language skills, my friends, etc—and realizing that I have value with or without those things. I am extravagantly loved by God, not because I have a college degree or can tell amusing stories, but because I am worthy of love. My name literally means “worthy of love” and yet it’s so hard for me to believe, that without accomplishments, that is true. But I need to believe it because right now I have almost nothing to offer, except for embarrassing stories.

The good news is, I’m not rocking and crying in a corner, figuring out how to get out of here. No matter how hard it is, it’s not impossible. No matter how frustrating the language barrier can be, we can communicate. No matter how lonely it can feel at times, we have technology that let’s us connect with our far-away-friends. And we have funny cat videos on YouTube. Seriously, who doesn’t love watching a cat trying to jump over a baby gate and not clear it?!

I think it’s fair to paint a realistic picture of life for others while I think it’s unfair to whine about life. So, we are happy. We are tired. We are thankful. We are worried. We are figuring it out. We are eating Humble Pie daily. We are here. We are living in the tension of all of the above, and we wouldn’t change it. Really, we wouldn’t. Sometimes, the hardest things we do are the most rewarding and fulfilling. This is one of those things. Along with raising children and being married. And living in a college dorm room with a stranger. Nope, that was just hard. Not rewarding. Or fulfilling.


4 comments:

  1. Thankful for you guys and what you're doing, and thankful for technology that keeps us connected.

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    1. Thank you for always sharing the truth about things/life. Nothing sugar-coated. Thank you for answering the call to go and for ministering to the lost (and saved!). You also minister to those who are back home, even if you don't realize it. Your blogs help us to understand, if only in part, what your daily life looks like and how it isn't easy most of the time. Because of your Facebook updates and blogs like this, we all know how to pray for you better and in more specific ways. And you are "enough". :)
      ~ Jill Jochum

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    2. Thanks Jill--you always have such kind words to say and we *still* talk about how awesome it was to receive a care package from you!

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