When I was about 9 years old I had a huge growth spurt. Each night I would wake up in tears because of intense cramps in my legs. I was growing so quickly that my body could not keep up with it and would ache terribly. Each night I would come to my parents crying because it hurt so badly, and almost every night for months they would draw a warm bath for me to soak my sore muscles in. Over time those growing pains came less often, and before I knew it I was hardly looking like a child anymore!
I am going to be honest with you guys, I am in a period with intense growing pains right now. On more nights than I like to admit, I cry myself to sleep because my spirit and my mind ache from the changes. It's not that I hate my life, quite the opposite actually. I love what I'm doing, who I'm working with, and the culture in which I'm living. Every day my heart is filled by the wonderful life I'm having the opportunity to take part in, and almost every night my heart aches from the walls being spread so thin. I am growing. I am learning. I am becoming.
I am learning that my value does not solely lie in what I can achieve or who I can help.
I am learning to not cling so tightly to a specific circumstance or season.
I am learning I cannot change others, I can only honor where they are.
I am learning that success is not only in my hands, but a team effort.
I am learning to honor the journey over the destination.
I am learning that it is okay to ask for help.
I am learning how to say no sometimes.
I am learning that I need people.
I am learning how to rest.
Each time I look ahead at one of these learning experiences I am knocked down by my inability to overcome. Each time I look back at one of these experiences I am amazed at how much more I have become. Like with my yoga practice, I am frequently sore and achy, but always astonished by how much stronger I am than I was the day before.
I thank this country for all I am experiencing here. I love this place because I am happy and sad and whole and broken and growing.
Thursday, April 20, 2017
Tuesday, April 18, 2017
Working to be loved.
I have always been a bit of an over achiever. As a child in Sunday school I wanted to be the one remembering the most verses, saying the most prayers. In high school I couldn't have above-average grades, I needed to have straight As. When I began working full time I couldn't work 40 hours a week, I had to work 60, 70, or even 80 hours.
When I was young there were some crazy events that happened in my family. It was a very difficult time, and my father gave up everything he had to keep me and my siblings safe. He lost his home, his friends, and nearly his business. Without realizing it, I lived my life to prove that his sacrifice was worth it. I never touched drugs or alcohol and instead grabbed all of the "success" I could. I swore that I would show him the sacrifices were worth it, that he didn't waste his efforts on me.
My dad never asked for all of this though. I distinctly remember him telling me when I was a young teenage girl, "I am proud of you for your good grades, but those are not important to me. I would rather you come home failing every class but loving the people around you." Still, I continued to work to prove my value to him.
I recently realized that this need of mine didn't only apply to my dad, but that I also put this on my god. My god was a lot like my dad, he was protective and cared deeply for me, the only difference being that god was more judgmental and less talkative. I proved myself to god through endless fasting and prayer and religious studies.
Look god, I have pored over your sacred text dozens of times, do you love me yet?
Look god, I am giving up my college education to take care of people, do you love me yet?
Look god, I can move myself across the world for you. Do you love me yet?
And so it goes.
But in the last year or two, I have found a very different God. A Force that draws me toward happiness not only for others, but opens me up to the scandal of being happy myself. A kind
Stranger that says, "I want you to love and to be and to be love!".
It was recently revealed to me that my time in Cambodia is only meant to be a season for now, only a short chapter in my story. I'm not leaving any time soon, but I also have found that I won't be here for the next 10 years either. This has been a tough pill to swallow, because I love this country and people more than I could ever say. In the background there is this voice that asks, will I still be lovable if I'm not out here risking it all? Will I still be enough?
You know what though? Love is not a transaction, it is not affection traded for hard work. Love is wanting someone when they have nothing to offer you. I think that's why there is so much focus on the power of the Christian God- not so this power can be lorded over people but to show that this God loves with nothing to be gained. In this light, verses I used to see as petty take on an entirely new meaning. It is not a god that needs me to feel good about himself, but a Divine Pull that loves so deeply with nothing to be gained but love itself.
I'm not totally fixed. I'm still a perfectionist at times and need to work on my desire to please. I am growing though, I am learning to be without expectation and to realize that can be enough. I am learning to love and be loved in a way that is not to be traded and analyzed, but in a way that is all-consuming and unshakable. I am done working to be loved.
When I was young there were some crazy events that happened in my family. It was a very difficult time, and my father gave up everything he had to keep me and my siblings safe. He lost his home, his friends, and nearly his business. Without realizing it, I lived my life to prove that his sacrifice was worth it. I never touched drugs or alcohol and instead grabbed all of the "success" I could. I swore that I would show him the sacrifices were worth it, that he didn't waste his efforts on me.
My dad never asked for all of this though. I distinctly remember him telling me when I was a young teenage girl, "I am proud of you for your good grades, but those are not important to me. I would rather you come home failing every class but loving the people around you." Still, I continued to work to prove my value to him.
I recently realized that this need of mine didn't only apply to my dad, but that I also put this on my god. My god was a lot like my dad, he was protective and cared deeply for me, the only difference being that god was more judgmental and less talkative. I proved myself to god through endless fasting and prayer and religious studies.
Look god, I have pored over your sacred text dozens of times, do you love me yet?
Look god, I am giving up my college education to take care of people, do you love me yet?
Look god, I can move myself across the world for you. Do you love me yet?
And so it goes.
But in the last year or two, I have found a very different God. A Force that draws me toward happiness not only for others, but opens me up to the scandal of being happy myself. A kind
Stranger that says, "I want you to love and to be and to be love!".
It was recently revealed to me that my time in Cambodia is only meant to be a season for now, only a short chapter in my story. I'm not leaving any time soon, but I also have found that I won't be here for the next 10 years either. This has been a tough pill to swallow, because I love this country and people more than I could ever say. In the background there is this voice that asks, will I still be lovable if I'm not out here risking it all? Will I still be enough?
You know what though? Love is not a transaction, it is not affection traded for hard work. Love is wanting someone when they have nothing to offer you. I think that's why there is so much focus on the power of the Christian God- not so this power can be lorded over people but to show that this God loves with nothing to be gained. In this light, verses I used to see as petty take on an entirely new meaning. It is not a god that needs me to feel good about himself, but a Divine Pull that loves so deeply with nothing to be gained but love itself.
I'm not totally fixed. I'm still a perfectionist at times and need to work on my desire to please. I am growing though, I am learning to be without expectation and to realize that can be enough. I am learning to love and be loved in a way that is not to be traded and analyzed, but in a way that is all-consuming and unshakable. I am done working to be loved.
Monday, April 17, 2017
New Life
Happy (late) Easter everybody!
In this past week I have been doing a lot of thinking about living and dying. The Jesus story is so very full of death. The death of Jesus, the death of Lazarus, the death of an entire system. But in each of those events, there is new life that can only be found on the other side. Our culture is so afraid of death, both emotionally and physically. Yes, we are afraid of passing from this world. But we are also afraid in every other sense- the death of a relationship or the death of parts of ourselves. We are afraid of the small deaths that come from each ending of a chapter.
But the reality is that without death there can be no new life. Each year we must come to winter, it is only after the cold of the end that we can make way for the beauty and new life found in spring.
I have died here in Cambodia. I have lost everything I use to define myself, I have lost friends and comfort, I have lost myself. At times I have cried out to God, asking why I would be sent here if it meant losing all that I was?
Because the best is yet to come, and I will confess I am only beginning to see the Light at the end of the tunnel.
I have been a "Christian" my whole life. At 6 years old I could have told you what it meant to be "born again". But I have only known what is it to be born again in this year. Because to be born again, you must first die. The old self must be removed, like a snake shedding its skin, to reveal the new life underneath. It is a painful, beautiful process; a process I hope to continue going through for the rest of my days.
So Happy Easter to all of you, I wish you all a year of new life.
In this past week I have been doing a lot of thinking about living and dying. The Jesus story is so very full of death. The death of Jesus, the death of Lazarus, the death of an entire system. But in each of those events, there is new life that can only be found on the other side. Our culture is so afraid of death, both emotionally and physically. Yes, we are afraid of passing from this world. But we are also afraid in every other sense- the death of a relationship or the death of parts of ourselves. We are afraid of the small deaths that come from each ending of a chapter.
But the reality is that without death there can be no new life. Each year we must come to winter, it is only after the cold of the end that we can make way for the beauty and new life found in spring.
I have died here in Cambodia. I have lost everything I use to define myself, I have lost friends and comfort, I have lost myself. At times I have cried out to God, asking why I would be sent here if it meant losing all that I was?
Because the best is yet to come, and I will confess I am only beginning to see the Light at the end of the tunnel.
I have been a "Christian" my whole life. At 6 years old I could have told you what it meant to be "born again". But I have only known what is it to be born again in this year. Because to be born again, you must first die. The old self must be removed, like a snake shedding its skin, to reveal the new life underneath. It is a painful, beautiful process; a process I hope to continue going through for the rest of my days.
So Happy Easter to all of you, I wish you all a year of new life.
Sunday, April 2, 2017
How do you sleep at night?
As many of you may know, there is a grandma in one of the villages where I work who was in a terrible moto accident. She was bringing vegetables to the market to sell and another moto driver ran into her. He left her bleeding out on the sidewalk. Luckily, a group of people at the market pooled their funds to get her to the hospital and she had an emergency surgery to put a metal rod into her leg/hip to stabilize it. This grandma is now getting the help she needs (more info at the end of this post if you want to get involved!). But I wondered to myself, this man who left her to die, how does he sleep at night? How does he carry on believing that he took the life of an innocent woman?
Then a few days ago there was a terrible accident here in the city. A man was driving drunk, speeding down the wrong side of the road. He hit a moto and killed the rider on impact. Then, the driver panicked and while trying to flee the scene hit more than 10 other motorcycles. He killed multiple people, and seriously injured many more. A mob ended up tearing him from his crashed car and beat him within an inch of his life, he is now in a coma at a hospital in the city. If he comes out of this coma, how will he live with the guilt of all of the lives he took? How will the people who beat him live with themselves if he dies?
The list goes on.. what about all of the people who have raped and killed someone close to them, how do they sleep at night? How do people carry on knowing that they bullied someone enough to push them to commit suicide? What about my dear friend who is a pimp, who forces women into lives of drugs and prostitution? Where is the hope for people who have done terrible things?
The reality is, we all have done bad things in our lives. The people who commit these horrible crimes, the people we see as being disgusting, they themselves are hurting. My friend who is a lady pimp has been abused her entire life, as have most sexual predators. These people are stuck in a cycle, guilt leads them to do terrible things, which they in turn feel guilty for.
I asked myself where the hope is for these people. How do we get out of a cycle of guilt and abuse?
I think this is where forgiveness comes in.
I know, cheesy. Please stick with me a little longer.
In the last few years, I have absolutely hated people throwing around the word "forgiven". They would act like it is some beautiful miracle that an eye in the sky doesn't want to burn me forever for stealing $10 as a kid. It sounded petty, shallow, and condemning. This was sick to me, so I tried to remove myself from messages of "forgiveness" and instead move toward messages of inclusion and wholeness.
But, as I often do, I threw the baby out with the bath water. It's because of stories like the ones above the forgiveness is important. I don't believe in a literal hell as a place of eternal torment, so in my world view people don't need forgiveness to get into heaven. Instead, it's the idea that the Divine Creator doesn't hate you for what you've done, so you don't have to hate yourself. It's the reality that you can let go of your own personal hell that you hold onto, and instead find wholeness once again.
Forgiveness isn't someone waving a magic wand and suddenly you're clean. Forgiveness is the opportunity for a fresh start. It's the idea that your past doesn't define you, who you are now and how you move toward your future does. This is the beauty of it all. An abuser can become a healer, a killer can bring about new life, and a liar can bring truth to the world. That is forgiveness, that is how we sleep at night.
Coming to Cambodia has pushed me to redefine a lot of things in my life. It has changed my understanding of love, family, helping, and now.. forgiveness. I guess that's what this is, just me processing through a new understanding of things I thought I understood already. For me, forgiveness used to represent guilt, now it is a beautiful freedom. If you ask me, that's progress.
Then a few days ago there was a terrible accident here in the city. A man was driving drunk, speeding down the wrong side of the road. He hit a moto and killed the rider on impact. Then, the driver panicked and while trying to flee the scene hit more than 10 other motorcycles. He killed multiple people, and seriously injured many more. A mob ended up tearing him from his crashed car and beat him within an inch of his life, he is now in a coma at a hospital in the city. If he comes out of this coma, how will he live with the guilt of all of the lives he took? How will the people who beat him live with themselves if he dies?
The list goes on.. what about all of the people who have raped and killed someone close to them, how do they sleep at night? How do people carry on knowing that they bullied someone enough to push them to commit suicide? What about my dear friend who is a pimp, who forces women into lives of drugs and prostitution? Where is the hope for people who have done terrible things?
The reality is, we all have done bad things in our lives. The people who commit these horrible crimes, the people we see as being disgusting, they themselves are hurting. My friend who is a lady pimp has been abused her entire life, as have most sexual predators. These people are stuck in a cycle, guilt leads them to do terrible things, which they in turn feel guilty for.
I asked myself where the hope is for these people. How do we get out of a cycle of guilt and abuse?
I think this is where forgiveness comes in.
I know, cheesy. Please stick with me a little longer.
In the last few years, I have absolutely hated people throwing around the word "forgiven". They would act like it is some beautiful miracle that an eye in the sky doesn't want to burn me forever for stealing $10 as a kid. It sounded petty, shallow, and condemning. This was sick to me, so I tried to remove myself from messages of "forgiveness" and instead move toward messages of inclusion and wholeness.
But, as I often do, I threw the baby out with the bath water. It's because of stories like the ones above the forgiveness is important. I don't believe in a literal hell as a place of eternal torment, so in my world view people don't need forgiveness to get into heaven. Instead, it's the idea that the Divine Creator doesn't hate you for what you've done, so you don't have to hate yourself. It's the reality that you can let go of your own personal hell that you hold onto, and instead find wholeness once again.
Forgiveness isn't someone waving a magic wand and suddenly you're clean. Forgiveness is the opportunity for a fresh start. It's the idea that your past doesn't define you, who you are now and how you move toward your future does. This is the beauty of it all. An abuser can become a healer, a killer can bring about new life, and a liar can bring truth to the world. That is forgiveness, that is how we sleep at night.
Coming to Cambodia has pushed me to redefine a lot of things in my life. It has changed my understanding of love, family, helping, and now.. forgiveness. I guess that's what this is, just me processing through a new understanding of things I thought I understood already. For me, forgiveness used to represent guilt, now it is a beautiful freedom. If you ask me, that's progress.
I AM MAKING ALL THINGS NEW
P.S. If you want to help the grandma I spoke about at the beginning of this post, check out my Facebook for photos and an option to donate if you would like. We will be taking her to the hospital later this week to get the rod out of her leg and help her be mobile again.
Thanks for your help and prayers, guys!
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