Today is my first official "event" on my missionary-itineration schedule. Ken Burtram, the district secretary-treasurer, has invited the missionaries that are currently in the area, to his home in VA for a picnic this afternoon. We were asked to bring a side dish typical of our country of ministry. I made a tomato quiche, which I learned to make from my friend ChiChi. Her recipe isn't exactly measured--its sort of "throw in a little of this" and "leave in the oven long enough to look like that." So we'll see how it turns out (it's in the oven now). I hope it tastes as good as ChiChi's always does!
I also bought a baguette in a long paper bag that says "Esprit de France" (Spirit of France) on the side. But I can tell just by looking at it that it's not "real" French bread. For one thing, the crust should be hard on the outside, and its not! I think that this is the closest thing I'll find, though, and I'm not going to be a bread snob.
More later after the event.
Saturday, June 30, 2007
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Home Again, and All's Well
For those of you who check my blog regularly, I'm sorry that I didn't update the blog to let you know that I'm home safe and sound.
I had no trouble with my flights on Monday, except that my final flight to Baltimore was late coming in. I was really tired when I arrived, but my whole family was there, as well as my pastor and his wife. We all went to a restaurant to eat and I gave out gifts to my nieces. I was too tired to eat much, but I still enjoyed being with my family.
On Tuesday morning, I left with my mom, grandmother, sister, sister-in-law, and two nieces (all the women in the family) for the beach. Mom had planned a three-day trip in Ocean City, MD, and we had a fantastic time!
Tomorrow, I've got a lot of work to do--so that I can remember that I'm not on permanent vacation here, haha.
I had no trouble with my flights on Monday, except that my final flight to Baltimore was late coming in. I was really tired when I arrived, but my whole family was there, as well as my pastor and his wife. We all went to a restaurant to eat and I gave out gifts to my nieces. I was too tired to eat much, but I still enjoyed being with my family.
On Tuesday morning, I left with my mom, grandmother, sister, sister-in-law, and two nieces (all the women in the family) for the beach. Mom had planned a three-day trip in Ocean City, MD, and we had a fantastic time!
Tomorrow, I've got a lot of work to do--so that I can remember that I'm not on permanent vacation here, haha.
Friday, June 22, 2007
Mama said there'd be days like this
Okay, I still didn't fly out.
This morning my day began at 6:00 AM, when I got up and get ready once again for a flight I wouldn't be on. After leaving at 7:45 am, we drove two hours in traffic (at least it was less than yesterday), and I managed to get in line at 9:45 am, like they told me to yesterday. The idea: be the first one on the waiting list/standby for the 1:30 pm flight.
It was quite a rigamarole getting checked in with my excess baggage (which I had to pay for), but finally I had a blank boarding pass and could go upstairs to the gate. I sat up there until 12:45 pm when the flight began to board, hoping and praying that there would be an open seat. However, the flight was actually overbooked as it was, and some people even were asked to give up their seat on today's flight for tomorrow. I stood there until the very last person got on the plane and it was sure that I would not make it.
When I went back downstairs, I met David, who had been working in the downstairs departure area on his laptop all day, just waiting to find out what would happen. We went and stood in line at the US Airways desk again to figure out what to do next.
Major problems: the only flight they could actually confirm me on is on Monday! And I had to pay 830 dollars more! And I had to go reclaim my luggage, which had been sitting outside in the rain storm for hours, so everything was soaking wet. I was crying again, and poor David had to fight yet another two hours of traffic before we got home at 5:00 pm.
So, since I got home, I have unpacked all my bags, run most of the clothes through the dryer, and I am slowly reorganizing everything.
Some things to praise the Lord for: thanks the ladies in my church, I had a bunch of large plastic Ziploc bags and when I was packing, I thought: I might as well use these to protect things in case my shampoo spills, etc. So nearly all of my important photos etc. were in plastic bags and therefore protected. Only a couple of things have been ruined in the wet luggage, and they weren't irreplaceable! I also praise the Lord that Phyllis and David leave here and are so gracious to allow me to stay with them. I can't imagine going through this headache/heartache if I was having to stay in a hotel in Paris. And, everyone who works for US Airways could not have been kinder or more sypathetic over the last few days. God is gracious.
This morning my day began at 6:00 AM, when I got up and get ready once again for a flight I wouldn't be on. After leaving at 7:45 am, we drove two hours in traffic (at least it was less than yesterday), and I managed to get in line at 9:45 am, like they told me to yesterday. The idea: be the first one on the waiting list/standby for the 1:30 pm flight.
It was quite a rigamarole getting checked in with my excess baggage (which I had to pay for), but finally I had a blank boarding pass and could go upstairs to the gate. I sat up there until 12:45 pm when the flight began to board, hoping and praying that there would be an open seat. However, the flight was actually overbooked as it was, and some people even were asked to give up their seat on today's flight for tomorrow. I stood there until the very last person got on the plane and it was sure that I would not make it.
When I went back downstairs, I met David, who had been working in the downstairs departure area on his laptop all day, just waiting to find out what would happen. We went and stood in line at the US Airways desk again to figure out what to do next.
Major problems: the only flight they could actually confirm me on is on Monday! And I had to pay 830 dollars more! And I had to go reclaim my luggage, which had been sitting outside in the rain storm for hours, so everything was soaking wet. I was crying again, and poor David had to fight yet another two hours of traffic before we got home at 5:00 pm.
So, since I got home, I have unpacked all my bags, run most of the clothes through the dryer, and I am slowly reorganizing everything.
Some things to praise the Lord for: thanks the ladies in my church, I had a bunch of large plastic Ziploc bags and when I was packing, I thought: I might as well use these to protect things in case my shampoo spills, etc. So nearly all of my important photos etc. were in plastic bags and therefore protected. Only a couple of things have been ruined in the wet luggage, and they weren't irreplaceable! I also praise the Lord that Phyllis and David leave here and are so gracious to allow me to stay with them. I can't imagine going through this headache/heartache if I was having to stay in a hotel in Paris. And, everyone who works for US Airways could not have been kinder or more sypathetic over the last few days. God is gracious.
Thursday, June 21, 2007
It was bound to happen sometime
With all the years I've been in missions, traveling around the world, it was bound to happen sometime. . . .
I missed my flight today. We left Versailles (south of Paris) at 10:00 am to cross the city to get to the Charles De Gaulle airport (north of Paris); we sat in stop and go traffic for two and half hours, before reaching the airport, where I was told that although my flight had not yet taken off, it was too late to board. I admit, I cried at the desk when the lady told me that.
My options were bleak, too: buy a ticket with another airline (at sky-high, last-minute prices--taking a loss on the ticket I hold now) or try standby tomorrow (and possibly the next day and the next day). So, I'm going to show up at the airport early tomorrow morning to be the first one in line for any open standby seats (but she told me that the flight was already overbooked, so I'm praying for a miracle!)
In the meantime, I'm spending the night with some missionaries here in Paris, who have been very gracious to me (David and Phyllis Porter, N. Texas district).
I keep telling myself, "It could be worse." But the sad fact remains, I really wanted to be with my family and friends tonight.
After three years in France, another night won't hurt.
I missed my flight today. We left Versailles (south of Paris) at 10:00 am to cross the city to get to the Charles De Gaulle airport (north of Paris); we sat in stop and go traffic for two and half hours, before reaching the airport, where I was told that although my flight had not yet taken off, it was too late to board. I admit, I cried at the desk when the lady told me that.
My options were bleak, too: buy a ticket with another airline (at sky-high, last-minute prices--taking a loss on the ticket I hold now) or try standby tomorrow (and possibly the next day and the next day). So, I'm going to show up at the airport early tomorrow morning to be the first one in line for any open standby seats (but she told me that the flight was already overbooked, so I'm praying for a miracle!)
In the meantime, I'm spending the night with some missionaries here in Paris, who have been very gracious to me (David and Phyllis Porter, N. Texas district).
I keep telling myself, "It could be worse." But the sad fact remains, I really wanted to be with my family and friends tonight.
After three years in France, another night won't hurt.
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Monday, June 18, 2007
Freak Out
Now that we're coming down to only a few days, I'm starting to get that "freak out" feeling that
- I'm not going to get everything done!
- I'm not going to get all my stuff packed into the bags designated/weight limit allowed!
- I'm going to forget something totally important, like having my mail forwarded!
- I'm going to get stuck in traffic and miss my plane! (Thursday is a holiday in France)
In all honesty, my apt. is nearly empty. There are still the bags, the last minute cleaning supplies, and a few boxes of stuff that didn't go into more organized boxes earlier. I'm cleaned kitchen to a spit-shine level of perfection, and tomorrow I'll clean the rest behind me and leave permanently.
Yesterday was my "goodbye" day for most everyone from church. Some of the youth group kids took me out to lunch, and then I was also invited to a home for dinner. In a few minutes, I'm headed to dinner at the youth pastor's house, where I will say goodbye to the last few friends from the youth group. Hard stuff.
Funny thing: Yesterday, I was driving home from church and I turned a blind corner; there in the middle of the deserted street was a teenager, who had clearly just hopped off his scooter and was picking his "wedgie." He appeared shocked and embarrassed that I surprised him, coming around that corner. He hopped back on his scooter (riding sidesaddle), and I saw him grimace as he roared away. Apparently, he was having some real trouble. I laughed all the way home.
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Teaching in Belgium
What a joy it is to be here at the Continental Theological Seminary, which is hosting our conference. The campus is beautiful, although hidden in farmlands outside Brussels. Just down the street is the factory for a well-known Belgian chocolate maker (with an outlet store!!!!).
Yesterday when I arrived, I was pleased to see a couple that I worked with in Israel years ago, who are here as speakers as well. We caught up on all the news that we possibly could from our mutual friends.
This morning I was the first speaker of the day, talking about the basics of Islam, for those in ministry who are unfamiliar with Muslims. How can they reach them, if they know nothing about them? Most of the time, the national churches in Europe are a bit afraid even of the Muslims in their midst, so they overlook them as a target for evangelism. I was trying to lay a groundwork that later speakers then applied to specific areas/issues here in Europe.
The world is such a small one! My translator, pictured here, felt like an instant friend, because her brother Tim is a good friend of mine in the Bordeaux church!
By this time next week, I'll be home with you! What an exciting thought!
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Bruges
Today was my day to tour Bruges, Belgium. Located in the northern, Flemish part of Belgium, it is a town with history dating back to the 13th century. Canals run all through the town, leading to the name "Venice of the North."It is a quaint, charming town and I rambled all through the cobblestone streets today, snapping pictures right and left, although today's weather wasn't the best backdrop.
Monday, June 11, 2007
Belgium
The musical was a rip-roaring success! Thanks for all your prayers and encouragement. There were about 750 people there, most of them unsaved folks who were in church for the first time! The crowd was really fired up, cheering and clapping with the music. They loved it! Several people talked to the pastor afterward, saying how touched they were during the musical, even to the point of tears in some scenes. I was proud to be a part of it.
After another night sleeping on the floor of my empty apartment, I drove to Belgium today (nine hours), so at this point, 11:00 pm, I'm ready to collapse here in my hotel room. Two funny things happened to me already in Belgium: one, my chicken pot-pie was served with french fries to sop up the gravy. This is amusing to me because the Belgians invented "french" fries, and the French make fun of them eating french fries all the time. So to be served fries on the side of a normally fry-less meal made me smile.
Then second, while I was meandering through town finding a restaurant, some guy passing offered to share my evening, if I wanted someone to walk with. I declined but once I got past him, I had to laugh at my "welcome" here in Belgium.
Sunday, June 10, 2007
Finally! the day of the Musical
This afternoon at 3:30, we will be performing our musical for the church, and frankly, at this point, I'll be get to get it over with! We've been having 8-10 hour rehearsals for the last several weekends, and yesterday's was even more grueling, considering I had gotten up at 6:30 am to start moving out of my apartment. Some of my church friends came to help me and we moved my furniture out to the storage place. We finished that by noon, which was just in time to go to church for the rehearsal that would last until 10 pm!
I still have a few boxes, cleaning supplies, my luggage, etc in my apartment, so I went ahead and slept here last night, but I only had a few cushions to sleep on. I thought I would be too uncomfortable to sleep well on the floor like that, but the exhaustion took care of that!
Today will be grueling as well, since we will have no break after the morning service. We'll be eating a quick sandwich from 12:00 to 12:25 (according to our director's strict schedule) and then we'll be tuning up the instruments, regulating the microphones, warming up our voices, etc. The singing doesn't bother me, its the standing on my feet for hours on end.
I've enjoyed this experience so much! I don't know how I would have become such good friends with the other singers and musiciens, if it weren't for this musical, that forced me to spend hundreds of hours with the same people. We've really bonded over our shared misery (aching legs and feet) and had a lot of great laughs. I'm so thankful that I've been able to participate in this; I wish that you could see it--it's turned out great (even if I had my doubts along the way!)
More later, after the show.
I still have a few boxes, cleaning supplies, my luggage, etc in my apartment, so I went ahead and slept here last night, but I only had a few cushions to sleep on. I thought I would be too uncomfortable to sleep well on the floor like that, but the exhaustion took care of that!
Today will be grueling as well, since we will have no break after the morning service. We'll be eating a quick sandwich from 12:00 to 12:25 (according to our director's strict schedule) and then we'll be tuning up the instruments, regulating the microphones, warming up our voices, etc. The singing doesn't bother me, its the standing on my feet for hours on end.
I've enjoyed this experience so much! I don't know how I would have become such good friends with the other singers and musiciens, if it weren't for this musical, that forced me to spend hundreds of hours with the same people. We've really bonded over our shared misery (aching legs and feet) and had a lot of great laughs. I'm so thankful that I've been able to participate in this; I wish that you could see it--it's turned out great (even if I had my doubts along the way!)
More later, after the show.
Thursday, June 07, 2007
Finding Meaning in Life
For the past few months, I've been leading a very small Bible study, in association with the English speaking women's club. There are only two of us women that are Christians, but since we two agree in Jesus's name, He is still in our midst!
Lindsay and I have been discussing Ecclesiastes for the past few months and today was our last lesson. Although I'd prepared for the study in advance, I had a slightly different perspective today, because my great-uncle Joe died yesterday. I saw the news on my brother's blog this morning, before I'd even checked my email to find out officially. I spent some time this morning remembering some funny Uncle Joe moments, and I've found myself thinking of my Aunt Kate all day. I pray for her in those moments, that God comforts her in her grief. But I'm thrilled for my uncle Joe, who is with His Savior. I can picture his wide grin right now.
The end of Ecclesiastes says that after all the things in life have proven to be "vain" or "meaningless" the final conclusion is this: fear God and respect his commands. I know that my uncle Joe was a truly God-fearing man, who lived out his faith by serving faithfully in his church, raising his children (natural, adopted, and foster) to be responsible adults, and working hard on his farm and in various jobs. He was always quick with a joke, even when my aunt rolled her eyes. I know we can rejoice with him and comfort his family with the knowledge that his life was not vain, empty, or meaningless, but a full, rich experience in the grace of God.
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
Two weeks from tomorrow
I just wrote the longest post and it got erased! AGGGGGH.
Okay, yesterday someone told me that I should keep blogging even though I felt like I didn't have much interesting to say, since my life currently revolves around packing and moving. "Just give us something" was the comment. Therefore, in the spirit of Marie Antoinette (since I live in France), if I can't give you bread, I'll give you cake (which means that this is a "fluff" piece!)
The work continues. This morning I discovered that the internet no longer works in my apartment, which means that they cancelled the contract, I suppose. And the cell phone company finally caved, after the AG missions dept. sent a letter explaining my "transfer" back to the States. Great! One more thing to cross off the "to do" list.
I've rented a moving truck for Sat. morning and lined up friends from work and church to help with the official move. However, I'm moving all the boxes I can in daily trips to the storage place. This way, my apartment gets steadily emptied (which aids my mental status) and the exercise is good for me. As I make trips up and down the elevator of my building, it serves as a visual advertisement to the folks in my building, who approach to ask if I've got stuff I'm willing to sell. When I'm sweating and lugging these boxes around, I'll agree to sell just about anything to avoid hauling it. I find it funny how people will take advantage of this vulnerability, but I can't complain. I really do want to get rid of some things that aren't worth storing.
I've got a pile going in one corner of the living room with all the stuff I'm bringing home. The airlines changed the luggage allowances from 70 lbs down to 50 lbs, which really cramps my style, but I'll get everything home somehow!
I've still got ministry stuff going on as well. Next week I'm going to Belgium to present a seminar on Islam to the Belgian church leadership. I'll be heading up to Continental Theological Seminary in Brussels, who is hosting the conference on "Reaching Europe's immigrant population," which gives me the chance to see another city and country I've never seen. I'm taking Tuesday as a personal day to sightsee, since after the move, I'll need some down time.
Okay, yesterday someone told me that I should keep blogging even though I felt like I didn't have much interesting to say, since my life currently revolves around packing and moving. "Just give us something" was the comment. Therefore, in the spirit of Marie Antoinette (since I live in France), if I can't give you bread, I'll give you cake (which means that this is a "fluff" piece!)
The work continues. This morning I discovered that the internet no longer works in my apartment, which means that they cancelled the contract, I suppose. And the cell phone company finally caved, after the AG missions dept. sent a letter explaining my "transfer" back to the States. Great! One more thing to cross off the "to do" list.
I've rented a moving truck for Sat. morning and lined up friends from work and church to help with the official move. However, I'm moving all the boxes I can in daily trips to the storage place. This way, my apartment gets steadily emptied (which aids my mental status) and the exercise is good for me. As I make trips up and down the elevator of my building, it serves as a visual advertisement to the folks in my building, who approach to ask if I've got stuff I'm willing to sell. When I'm sweating and lugging these boxes around, I'll agree to sell just about anything to avoid hauling it. I find it funny how people will take advantage of this vulnerability, but I can't complain. I really do want to get rid of some things that aren't worth storing.
I've got a pile going in one corner of the living room with all the stuff I'm bringing home. The airlines changed the luggage allowances from 70 lbs down to 50 lbs, which really cramps my style, but I'll get everything home somehow!
I've still got ministry stuff going on as well. Next week I'm going to Belgium to present a seminar on Islam to the Belgian church leadership. I'll be heading up to Continental Theological Seminary in Brussels, who is hosting the conference on "Reaching Europe's immigrant population," which gives me the chance to see another city and country I've never seen. I'm taking Tuesday as a personal day to sightsee, since after the move, I'll need some down time.
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
Scary Morning
My arms were full, balancing the laundry basket full of wet clothes, and unlocking my apartment door at the same time. Just as I entered, I heard a noise in the back bedroom. I froze instantly, and heard another noise. My heart dropped into my stomach. In a split second, I realized that since I've been packing up the apartment, I didn't have any type of weapon nearby to arm myself with, before going to investigate that noise.
Everyone in the building knows I'm moving and the other day I got a bit worried that I might be sort of "advertising" to thieves, since I was trying to sell some furniture. I've given half a neighborhood a look at my stuff, if they wanted to "case the joint." I'd just left for an hour to do laundry at the laundromat, and here I was returning and someone was in the apartment.
I couldn't remember leaving a window or my balcony door open, but that noise was definitely coming from the back bedroom. I put down the laundry (throwing wet clothes on someone wouldn't really stop them in their cat-burgling tracks). I advanced cautiously and silently into the hallway. I felt like the police, whipping around corners, looking into the bedroom.
There was no one there. Just then I heard the noise again--coming from the computer. It was a "buddy" noise from my friend Cindy who was messaging me. For pete's sake! She thought it was hilarious, of course.
Everyone in the building knows I'm moving and the other day I got a bit worried that I might be sort of "advertising" to thieves, since I was trying to sell some furniture. I've given half a neighborhood a look at my stuff, if they wanted to "case the joint." I'd just left for an hour to do laundry at the laundromat, and here I was returning and someone was in the apartment.
I couldn't remember leaving a window or my balcony door open, but that noise was definitely coming from the back bedroom. I put down the laundry (throwing wet clothes on someone wouldn't really stop them in their cat-burgling tracks). I advanced cautiously and silently into the hallway. I felt like the police, whipping around corners, looking into the bedroom.
There was no one there. Just then I heard the noise again--coming from the computer. It was a "buddy" noise from my friend Cindy who was messaging me. For pete's sake! She thought it was hilarious, of course.
Friday, June 01, 2007
Rapunzel
If I remember the story of Rapunzel correctly (from my paint-with-water book in my childhood), the fairy tale begins with a man who keeps stealing cabbages/vegetables from a witch's garden for his pregnant wife, whose cravings are insatiable. After a few nights, the witch catches the man, and because he is desperate for his wife's cravings, they strike a bargain: the unborn child for the cabbages.
What mother in her right mind would trade her child for cabbage? I don't care how bad the cravings are; this seems unbelievable. (I did a little research today and apparently, in olden times, it was believed to be dangerous to deny a pregnant woman any craving--having to do with vitamins, etc.) So admittedly, the guy must have thought his wife would die without the stolen cabbages, but I still think its ridiculous to trade your own offspring for a vegetable of any kind.
Why I am thinking about this, you ask? Well, here in France, the system of "bills" is different than it is in the States. For the internet, the cell phone, car insurance, the telephone, etc. we are billed directly out of our checking accounts. Until we die.
That's right. Getting out of a contract with one of them, even for legitimate reasons, such as returning to the States for a year, is nigh unto impossible. I sent out letters, very official-sounding ones, several weeks ago, giving a two month notice that I would be terminating my contracts. I claimed that since I was an American, I was returning to the US and therefore, would not need my cell phone service/internet/health club membership anymore.
Most of them have been decent about it. The cell phone company doesn't believe me. They sent a letter saying that I needed an official letter from the town hall/Mayor's office of Merignac (where I live) saying that I'm leaving France permanently. This posed a problem--I'm not leaving France permanently, so I didn't want to lie to the Mayor's office.
I went the other day, planning to present the case on its own merits and see what would happen. But they shot me down immediately, saying they only do letters like that for the French. I would need to contact the Embassy in Paris. That option seemed a little over-the-top to me.
So this morning I called the cell phone carrier to ask what ELSE could I provide as proof? They asked for one of two things: a letter from my parents (in English is fine!) stating that they will lodge me for a period of more than six months--and this letter needs to be signed/stamped from either our local Mayor's office or the police station of our town. (Riiiiiiiiight) Or, I can have a letter from my employer stating that my term of service overseas is finished and I'm being transferred back to the States. That has to be authorized as well, by the Mayor, the Chief of Police, etc. as well.
I think a notary will suffice. They graciously provided me with a fax number to receive these letters, so that they could "work on the cancellation of my contract as fast as possible" once they receive the proof that I am actually leaving the country.
Yeesh. Is there a form or something where I can just sign over my unborn children?
What mother in her right mind would trade her child for cabbage? I don't care how bad the cravings are; this seems unbelievable. (I did a little research today and apparently, in olden times, it was believed to be dangerous to deny a pregnant woman any craving--having to do with vitamins, etc.) So admittedly, the guy must have thought his wife would die without the stolen cabbages, but I still think its ridiculous to trade your own offspring for a vegetable of any kind.
Why I am thinking about this, you ask? Well, here in France, the system of "bills" is different than it is in the States. For the internet, the cell phone, car insurance, the telephone, etc. we are billed directly out of our checking accounts. Until we die.
That's right. Getting out of a contract with one of them, even for legitimate reasons, such as returning to the States for a year, is nigh unto impossible. I sent out letters, very official-sounding ones, several weeks ago, giving a two month notice that I would be terminating my contracts. I claimed that since I was an American, I was returning to the US and therefore, would not need my cell phone service/internet/health club membership anymore.
Most of them have been decent about it. The cell phone company doesn't believe me. They sent a letter saying that I needed an official letter from the town hall/Mayor's office of Merignac (where I live) saying that I'm leaving France permanently. This posed a problem--I'm not leaving France permanently, so I didn't want to lie to the Mayor's office.
I went the other day, planning to present the case on its own merits and see what would happen. But they shot me down immediately, saying they only do letters like that for the French. I would need to contact the Embassy in Paris. That option seemed a little over-the-top to me.
So this morning I called the cell phone carrier to ask what ELSE could I provide as proof? They asked for one of two things: a letter from my parents (in English is fine!) stating that they will lodge me for a period of more than six months--and this letter needs to be signed/stamped from either our local Mayor's office or the police station of our town. (Riiiiiiiiight) Or, I can have a letter from my employer stating that my term of service overseas is finished and I'm being transferred back to the States. That has to be authorized as well, by the Mayor, the Chief of Police, etc. as well.
I think a notary will suffice. They graciously provided me with a fax number to receive these letters, so that they could "work on the cancellation of my contract as fast as possible" once they receive the proof that I am actually leaving the country.
Yeesh. Is there a form or something where I can just sign over my unborn children?
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