I feel like there are a million things to update everyone on, so many that it is almost overwhelming. I doubt I will be able to do the past couple of weeks the justice they deserve, but I will most definitely try!

Over the course of my time here in Berlin, I have learned a TON about what the face of missions around the world looks like. And the truth is, it’s not always walking into an aboriginal tribe and shouting the gospel from rooftops. That’s the picture I have in mind, and why I so often chafe at the thought of being called a “missionary”. That has the potential to be such a high spiritual pedestal to put people on, how holy and good people who do that are and all of that jazz. I, of all people, know just how incredibly ordinary I am. I know my faults and foibles and I know that my struggles are very real. Whatever else you read or learn, don’t put me there—I promise I will disappoint you. My time in Germany hasn’t looked like that at all, like the stereotypical missions work that so often comes to mind. Instead, I’ve spent a lot of time cataloguing books to be put onto our shelves. I’ve spent a lot of time serving coffee. I’ve spent a lot of time talking with people working at the library. And, without trying to justify a thing, I know that this is exactly how I needed to be supporting the Kingdom work for this season.

Just the regular administrative tasks at the library are enough to keep Katie, my friendboss, busy for eight hours a day, especially as she is looking ahead to turning over her position to whoever comes next spring. That’s not including talking to anyone. That’s not including adding a single book to the collection. That’s not making a single cup of coffee. And that’s certainly not taking time away. My time here has allowed for those things to happen, for her to continue with her administrative responsibilities and have the library function as well. I act to assist Katie and the current staff of volunteers by day in and day out continuing to do the work that God has set aside for me to do. Nope, it’s not because I’ve got special skills or talents for vacuuming or sorting. It’s not because my ears for listening work any better than anyone else that has those capabilities fully. It’s because God perfectly placed me somewhere where I could have a real impact—even when that looked nothing like the picture of missions work that I had. Supporting a ministry is supporting the Great Commission. It is striving for the goal that all might know Christ as Savior and Lord—even when it doesn’t feel that way.

I hadn’t had a lot of the interactions in the library I expected to have. I thought people would be swarming through our doors to get resources to help them on their walk with Christ or to ask questions about living a life of hope. Shoot, most people turn away when they find out we’re a Christian bookstore if they aren’t Christians. We pray that when they do so, they’ll remember us anyway when God brings them to the place where they need some assistance. But Friday, something completely different happened. A mother walked in, looking for books for her 11 year old voracious reader. First she didn’t like that most of the books are American English (she was from England), but her daughter insisted that she didn’t really see the difference in “colour” and “color” (or at least, that the difference didn’t bother her). Then, she didn’t know how to react to the realization that we are a Christian library, even though we have many general books for juveniles. Her words were “I don’t have a religion, I don’t know if you noticed, and I’m not sure I need one.” Then she accused all religious people of not trusting others when we explained that her daughter would need a parent present to check out books (the rule is that the child must be 12 to do this on his/her own).

Quick recap: She doesn’t like the books we have, doesn’t like the language they are in, is turned off by the religious content of many of our books AND has obviously had some VERY negative experiences with Christians before. Do you know what happened? She got a library membership for her daughter anyway. And Nina, the daughter, (who, by the way, identifies herself as Protestant because that is the Religion class she attends in school) will be stopping in every Friday to get new books until she doesn’t want to read the ones we have anymore, or three months, whichever comes first. Despite all initial appearances, we still have a chance to show Nina and her family true love and expose them to a life lived for Christ. HALLELUJAH!!!!!! I can’t BEGIN to explain how encouraging this is!

I’ve been attending an international church since I’ve been here, one that the Robertson’s attend that’s near the apartment. I just kind of assumed everyone who wasn’t German was American somehow (in my defense, Americans can look like a WHOLE lot of other nationalities and English is the language of the church), but that really isn’t the case, as it turns out. Last Sunday, we had a special presentation. John 3:16 was read in 15 different languages. FIFTEEN. As it happened, I teared up. The God I serve is not an English speaking God. He is not a God of the Western, industrialized world. He is a God of ALL nations and one day, there will be a whole heckuva a lot more languages praising His name than the 15 I heard two days ago. It was such a beautiful reminder that WHOEVER believes in Him shall not perish, but have eternal life—no matter what language that person may speak. I sat there in awe.

I can hardly wait to tell you about my trip when I return home in just a few weeks. Please continue to be in pray for me as I start to process everything that I’ve learned with the intention of finishing strong. Pray for Nina and her parents as they begin to use the library resources they think apply to them. Praise God that they feel like they can, despite a clear aversion to Christianity. Pray for wisdom in what the nest steps look like for Katie, the library team, and for me—we’re all about to undergo some pretty HUGE transitions and we need guidance and love like only the Father can give.

I wish I had the email/addresses to thank each of you personally. Please know that even if I don’t, I am still grateful for all that your support has allowed me to do—whether it’s been in prayer, financial, or keeping in contact.

Oh! I nearly forgot! I’ll be attempting a small Thanksgiving dinner for a few friends. I’m intimidated by the fact that I may have to jerry-rig a bunch of recipes that I’ve never even made before and by the fact that cooking isn’t a strong skill of mine yet. I look forward to all of the stories that may come out of it! (And I know where the nearest food-stand is downtown…just in case…) AND I will be travelling to Hungary for a couple of days starting at the end of this week, both to visit our sister library in Budapest and to do a bit of sight-seeing. Busy week ahead!

It is the last day before Thanksgiving break for our senior, Emily.  She’s been studying for a Physics test, an exam she takes today.  Like most students in her class, she is dreading that hour of testing.  But then, who among us actually looks forward to taking tests?

I think back on my high school/college days and a great test taker I was not.  Writing papers, reading books, homework, learning new things I enjoyed and did okay at.  The tests, though, especially the math tests, scared me something fierce.  I remember sitting down to tenth grade geometry tests and totally blanking out–not being able to recall one darned thing, which wasn’t saying much since I never ‘got’ geometry in the first place.  I would do an internal freak and sit there and pray asking God to please help me remember something, anything.  Sad to say, I don’t recall any angel visitations or magical equations dancing before my eyes–geometrical illumination completely escaped me.  God was silent, I was paralyzed in mathematical darkness.  Low geometry test scores resulted (geometry was the very last math class I ever took, ever).  To this day I couldn’t explain a proof if my life depended on it…and I’m ok with that (really!). 

I wonder at real life tests, though, that God sends our way.  I wonder at the six months of my husband’s unemployment…was that a test?  Was that time (for me…I can’t speak for the rest of the family here) a time of revealing to me how much I’d learned in the previous years?  Was it a time where I had to not only know I could trust God to lead and provide, but a time when I had to actually trust God to lead and provide?  If so, I had test anxiety!

These past six months I vacillated about what the answers were to our conundrum.  The test question I swam in:

How do we manage to get through this time of uncertainty and financial struggle?  
a. does God want me working?  with short answer option: if so, what work does He want me doing? 
b. does God want me sticking with what I’m doing (giving my time away thru volunteer work and prayer)? 
c. does God want us to try to sell our comfy, beautiful home (at a loss) and move into a cheap apartment? 
d. does God want me to grab this sucker and make something happen in my own power/create income however I think best? 

Of course, everyone had opinions about which answer was correct.  I heard many suggestions from well-meaning friends and family.  But I sat in darkness about what God wanted me to do….I couldn’t hear His answer to the question.  I froze up, just like I did during my geometry tests, gritted my teeth and spun in my seat. 

I think part of the problem had to do with the fact that I’d had this particular test before, but in a different context: it was early in our marriage and we were flat broke and unable to pay our rent.  I looked to God for a rescue of sorts–I wanted Him to provide for our situation.  I wanted Him to show up on my terms.  It was a hard lesson and it revealed to me I had much to learn about God and His ways, it was kinda like a pre-test and I sucked at it.  I learned that God is not a sugar-daddy but a Father bent on helping me mature spiritually and taking ownership for my decisions in light of His will.   

So, here I was, 20+ years later, taking the test again with my previous test grade blaring through my mind.  “F”, I’m going to get an “F” on this one too!  Unable to relax and let His answer come, I began to wonder if I could ever know the answer.  The best I think I heard was “wait”…which left me with answer “b”, which remedied none of our financial issues and looked (on the surface) a heck of a lot like what we did twenty years ago.   Of course, I second guessed that answer and quickly started examining my motives to see if I was hearing another voice besides His.  Was I expecting a heavenly sugar daddy to show up on my terms?  Was I moving out of fear?  Was I afraid to work?  Was I in denial?  Was I moving from messages from my childhood (that women stay home and men work)?  etc.  The internal work was exhausting  and for a heck of a long time I internally jumped from answer “a” to “b” to “c” to “d” to “e” and back to “a” again.  They all looked plausible and every day Rich was out of work the choices loomed larger before me…the test would not go away, I had to stay there, check the answer I thought was God’s will and live with the consequences. 

With motives thoroughly examined and fears prayerfully faced, I still thought I heard “wait”….”Jeepers, what a crummy answer”, I thought, yet to choose another answer would have felt like disobedience, which (I’ve learned the hard way) is a much crummier way to go.  So, wait and stick with what I was already doing was my answer…even though I second guessed it hourly, it was all I got, so was all I could do in good conscience.  Before God I sat ready to accept the fallout of my decision…ready to accept the ramifications of what I perceived to be His Will for our life.  Still squirming in my chair I handed in the exam and am waiting for the test grade.

Ten days ago Rich (my husband) was offered and accepted a position that will float us pretty well financially and allow us to stay in our home.  In many ways prayers have been answered (thank YOU if you prayed for us!!!)…in many ways I sense my answer was pleasing to Him.  Yet, I’m not sure I aced this test.  But then maybe His tests aren’t really about acing…maybe they just reveal where we’re at spiritually.  Maybe they help us see how we’ve grown or withered in our relationship with Him.  It may be years before I get to see this test grade…until then I think it is probably prudent to quit sweating and squirming in my desk wondering how I did and get on with answer “b” until I hear Him say something else.

sometimes other people say it far better than i ever could

and i love this post:
Wag-’n-bietjie

it’s about waiting, and it’s written so beautifully

Maybe I’ll write something too one day.. Let’s wait and see.

Scorch's Shiki... LOVE THE FACE!

More Spanking action from Reimu!

Waited in line for about 2 hours for the doors to open in Day 1 of AFA’09.

With waiting, its always wise to pull out your figures and have some fun!

Mechkasa also met TheFuzzy's Rin during the process of waiting

More coverage from The Fuzzy over here.

Doll Clothes?

After getting in, I saw these Designer doll clothes that might fit a 1/6 doll.

Wonder if anyone will dress his/her daughter like that?

O_O! Arayden Sensei's Daughters on the left and Mr K-ON Yukata's on the right!

Found a camping spot just infront of the Danny Choo booth.

More Hunting Gear for Figmas!

Ucambus GS for Seto Sun! – Sword courtesy of XS-27.

NO!! Resists!!! DSLR First!! NOOOOO!!

THAT EYES!!! OTL Super Epic lovely Nanoha DD!

Had some time for activities after DC’s Presentation on the stage…

Are yours bigger? or Mine?

Kodomut’s and Dcal’s Misao-es! ;P

??????!!!! What the Hell?

After that, it was waiting in Line for the I Love Ani-Song Concert Day One!

^^; Rin Rin Rin!

Seems like Rin has something planned for inside of the hall!

The Concert was EXPLOSIVE!!

Shoko-tan came out with A Cruel Angel’s Thesis for the first song, songs from Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann and some from her own arsenal of tracks.

After her performance, her manager came out and took a photo of the crowd…

Mizuki Ichirou wielded Nukes that could blow up the entire hall with Rocket Punches and Breast Fires.

After their individual performances, both of them combined forces and vaporized the entire hall.

Enjoyed the concert alot… (Criticism from the other critics are everywhere… so do look for them!! ^^;)

Day 02

Fast Forward!! ->After K-ON Experience!

Daugthers Arayden Sensei Brought on Day 02. Tamaki and Sasara! (Trust me. The accumulative destructive power of them standing together is over 9000)

Tamaki showing love for some Tip HealthCare.

Ojou Sama!

Kyon got Owned by Invisible Sasara Body guards due to... some Upskirt Fliming.

Ouch Kyon! Toldcha that having a fetish for Lacy Pantsu = Dire.

Introducing Figma Clothes Model MK I !

*Flying Dolphin* I won't forget this.

BL is in our BLood. - Dcal

Ended the whole event with I Love Ani-song Day 2, May’n and Yoshiki Fukuyama

Yoshiki Fukuyama -> WORK GUY WORK GUY WORK GUY!!!

Love the slow songs that was presented on stage!!

May’n -> Epic. No questions asked.

! 1 complain here Volume of speakers were too loud!!!

Both of them came out together after that to present a duet which literally Destroyed the area. *Boom!*

Enjoyed everything AFA’09 Threw at me.

Thanks for the Experience!!

Will definitely be there if its in Singapore Next year.

I did say that AFA’09 WILL be a Blast! ^^; compared to last year’s AFA.

You used to put pins in maps to mark all of the places you swore you would visit one day: Paris, Milan, Venice, Hokkaido, Seoul. Madrid. You used to make marks, trace out routes, write out lists of all the things you swore you’d do, you’d say, you’d hear. What has happened to your maps, your lists, your lines, your easy demarcations? Where have you gone?

In honor of my new Reader’s Digest devotees, I’ve decided to do my own “secrets your waiter won’t tell you”. I didn’t exactly look through the entire article, I just found myself as most people would do. To stay consistent with my writing style, and to make the post worth while, I’m going to not only tell you some of our secrets, but I’m going to teach you how to avoid them. Aren’t you lucky? Anyway, lets begin:

Ring Around The Rosie

If you ask for coffee and you question whether or not it’s a fresh pot, your waiter will – 9 times out of 10 – tell you that it is, indeed a fresh pot. He or she may not know if that is true, or they could just be lying straight to your face. So, I’m going to give you an easy way to tell. Most coffee mugs are that off-white color of porcelain. So, when you are given your mug of coffee, look at the edge of the coffee that touches the mug. The center of the coffee should be a very dark brown or even close to black. However, the ring of coffee that actually touches the mug should be a much lighter brown. You really should be able to see a difference in color between the coffee touching the mug and the coffee in the center. If you can’t see a difference, then the coffee has most likely been sitting out for a while. Besides, you may not even get that “regular” coffee you ordered if there isn’t any prepared in the back. I’ll buy your dinner if you can taste the difference.

No Sugar Tonight in My Tea

We, as waitstaff, hate when customers order hot tea. Really? Hot Tea? Are we in England? Do you want some chips with your fish, Guv’nah? We in the states drink coffee. I can’t tell you how annoying it is to make hot tea. Every restaurant presents their hot tea differently, but every way to do it is much more annoying than putting coffee in a mug and putting it on a saucer. You’re not pretentious, are you? Order coffee like the rest of the country.

O, Sole Alfredo

Like I mentioned in the RD article, if you order chicken alfredo, it tells me two things: one, you aren’t adventurous and two, you don’t eat out often. Restaurants put chicken alfredo on the menu because it’s a recognizable flavor, it’s easy to make and cheap, and we can charge you an arm and a leg for it. Hell, my fine dining restaurant serves chicken alfredo and our main protein is seafood. You know how much we charge for pasta, grilled chicken, cream and cheese? $19. In fact, please order the alfredo. the restaurant will love you for increasing their profit margin and I’ll thank you for increasing mine, instead of you ordering a caesar salad.

Fry Me To The Moon

Since so many people enjoyed reading my previous post, “‘Beaten and Bloody’ or ‘Burnt to a Crisp‘”, I’ll give you another secret about steak. Should you happen to be one of those annoying folk that like to come into a restaurant 30 minutes before closing, don’t order a steak. In previous restaurants I’ve worked at, I’ve seen chefs be so angry that they have stick around 20 minutes longer to cook your steak that they’ve actually dropped the steak in the deep fryer so it will cook faster and they don’t have to clean the grill again. But if you insist on ordering steak that late, if your steak comes out quickly and with a reddish tinge to it, you’ve been deep fried.

Frozen “Fresh” Fish

The fish is always fresh, and we got it delivered this morning, so stop asking.

I hope you enjoyed these few secrets. I love your comments, so continue to leave them. In fact, if I continue to get such great response, I might just compile these stories into book form and quote some of the best comments! What do you guys think of that?

I was feeling a little bad, and I had a lot to do over the weekend, so I didn’t post anything. Going down to Houston this afternoon. My husband gets his braces off tomorrow. Woo!

Anyway, I’m moving right along on my current project. I’m going to be out of town in early December, so you won’t hear from me for a week unless I can score some internet access in Seattle. I’m trying to get enough done on my project so that I won’t be way behind when I come back, either on my own schedule or my writing group’s schedule.

I haven’t heard anything more from IGMS or the agents I’ve sent my work to. Maybe they’ve just slowed down for the holidays, although the agent who requested a full has had my MS for about eight months now, so I’m thinking about sending her a note. Of course, every single time I’ve done that, I’ve gotten a rejection immediately. It always makes me wonder if the agent or magazine editor in question had a pile she hadn’t gotten to yet, but when she got my query about my query, she dug mine out of the pile and stamped no on it, for whatever reason. I’m sure that even a polite “excuse me, it’s been eight months” can put an agent or editor out of sorts.

I don’t know for sure. I mean, plenty of them say they don’t mind, but is that really the case? When they’re overworked already, putting their speed into question is probably not a good idea. Whatever. She didn’t request an exclusive, so I’m free to keep sending it out.

I speak seriously when I say that my father is the most impatient person I know. He is so impatient that if he tells you to meet him at 9pm, when 9pm strikes and you are not there, he’s on his way. And by ‘on his way’ I don’t mean that he’s ‘on his way’ to find you.

I’m pretty sure that I haven’t inherited much else from my father but his impatience. There are definitely other less desirable traits he has, that could’ve been passed on to me. So perhaps I shouldn’t complain.
Nevertheless, I am in fact so impatient that having to wait for anything, especially people that are by definition late or not on time causes me an unhealthy amount of stress and irritation.

The thing is, I’m not the kind of person who would be so unreasonable to the point of if you and I agree to meet at 9pm and at 9:00.01 seconds, you’re nowhere to be seen, I’m gone. I just find that having to wait for someone to show for more than 2 minutes after the agreed time is enough to p**s me off. Just how annoyed I will get depends on the conditions in which I have to wait.

Perhaps I’m being somewhat harsh and unforgiving, but I believe that one’s word is highly valuable currency. You could say, that the story of ‘The Boy Who Cried Wolf’ has had something of a profound effect on me.

Generally, when you show up late to meet me, you better not just apologise but you need to be armed with a good reason. (And by this, people, I don’t mean a lame ‘excuse.’ Believe me, there is a difference). Should I find your explanation for lateness to be unsatisfactory, absolutely nothing will stop you from being dropped into the box full of those people I should remember to make less effort with. Once you get deposited into this box, you can be sure that it would be a much easier challenge to convince Green Peace that all big corporations really need to do right by the environment is ‘education.’

I’m a person who hates having to wait at all – for any reason. Even more so when I’m forced to wait because of another person’s lack of organisation and planning, when really they should know better. And yes. Really. Everyone should know better!

I’ve heard some seriously crazy stories about people who complain because they waited an hour, A WHOLE HOUR!- for another person to show up. First of all, who is this person making you wait? Because they better be pretty damn special for you to decide to carelessly throw away a whole hour of your precious life like that. Secondly, you should feel a fool – not for actually having waited, but you should feel a stupid for expecting sympathy for having foolishly waited. AN HOUR? Surely it’s not just me who thinks this is insane?

“I’m waiting here,
been waiting here”

Walking on the street, hoping to see you
Keeping myself free, hoping that you will call and say, “let’s meet up now”

In the inner world of peace, there lives only solitude, waiting for someone to knock on the door, bringing laughter to my world.

As I said in a previous post, I arrived at 10pm the night before for my 6am flight. I was so stoked to get on my flight to Seattle to see my fams. I had a short layover in San Francisco, and when I boarded the plane realized I had an empty seat next to me and the guy in my row was really fun. It was was going to be a glorious flight.

Then the ominous voice of the pilot over the intercom crackles over vibrant chitter chatter of passengers. “Err. zzz… Chhhck.. Er.. zz. There are mechanical problems with the plane. We are looking in to it. Please stand by for an update. zzz chcchhhhk. zz.” You could feel an overwhelming sigh muster through the cabin. The pilot back on the speaker… everyone needed to deboard the plane, pick up their checked luggage and rebook their flights.

A mad rush of frustrated travelers clammered through the terminal to baggage claim and ticket counters. I was thoroughly frustrated, fearing a middle seat squeezed between two “healthy” people. As I waited in line, I wondered if I’d get a free ticket. Finally it was my turn at the ticket counter and the agent was more than rude to my innocent questions. I tried my best to politely voice my concerns, including my frustration that I had been inconvenienced, but I could tell the more questions I asked Ms. Megan Tress, the more she grew annoyed with me…. (They kept telling me I wouldn’t get compensated even though I knew I my original flight was more expensive than the one I was being put on, there wasn’t anything I could do and I wasn’t Premier Status. A bit annoying.) They said the airline wasn’t going to refund me anything. Poop. However, I did get a new flight through Chicago… departing three hours after my original flight.

(side note: I really wasn’t that upset… I was just REALLY tired. I hadn’t slept since two nights before)

I rarely have problems with United, so when I reached the terminal of my new flight, I immediately wrote a polite, frustrated email explaining how I was inconvenienced (I chose my original flight because it flew directly to SFO so I could sleep for the six hours straight, SFO doesn’t have as many delays as Chicago in my experience, it was mostly empty….). I asked politely if they could compensate me for my inconvenience.

Less that 24 hours later, United sent me a $200 voucher. (Mind you, my original round trip ticket was only $220).

Lesson: It never, never hurts to ask.

image from here.

I am a basket case today so every little bit of encouragement means the world to me. Thanks Ken Salikof, Monica Holloway, Hope Edleman… Your words are like manna from heaven right now.

Once my mind is set to do something, it’s hard for me to play the waiting game.  The application is in, questions answered by my wonderful recruiter, and the process is now totally out of my hands.  I’m waiting on verifications to complete, and it seems my previous employers are dragging their feet.  It reminds me of when I first started driving and went to my second company, Roehl.  Roehl could not get Swift Transportation to verify I had ever worked there – and I had been at the company just shy of a year and parted on good terms.  I ended up having to verify using W-2 statements and my logbooks.  (Word of wisdom to any new drivers, hang on to those old logs – you never know when you might need them!)

While I was working in the Safety office I had contemplated getting my TWIC credential card at the same time as one of my coworkers but didn’t want to spend the money, and I’m faced with the fact I need one now.  I also need to reclaim my hazmat endorsement as I dropped it as soon as I started driving flatbed.  This leaves me a bit to get done in the next month or so, as well as preparing my family for my ultimate departure.  Not fun by any means, but it will give me something to do while waiting to hear back. I’m contemplating just adding the rest of the endorsements short of passenger while I’m at it.

Tên truyện: Waiting

Tác giả: Hajin

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