Showing posts with label Community. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Community. Show all posts

Thursday, July 19, 2012

Between Plans and Faith

Landing in South Korea, we carried upon our backs clothes more appropriate to travel than teaching and an odd assortment of toiletries and travel souvenirs.  Upon our hearts and minds we carried 
our plans. our desires. our dreams.

Korea was meant to be a destination that would leave us with countless tales of international travel and exploration. a sizable sum of cash to put into a Wyoming home. Korean language skills. new and numerous friendships with the locals and a few expats. 

And while it can easily be argued that these dreams and plans have been fulfilled, it seems as though there's more to be gained or as if we're leaving before fully completing all we set out to accomplish in living on the opposite end of the earth.


Yet, so clearly and so confidently, I hear the call of 
my heart. my Lord. my community. 
That now is the time to return.


Although, as of this very moment we return to nothing except 
our community. our family. our friends.

No job. No income. Insufficient savings. No house or land to call our own.


So, here we are. Having already sacrificed our plans and having decided to move forward in faith. Not regretting. Yet completely 
unsure. uncertain. unprepared. unwavering.

And the words which are on repeat, at the tip of my tongue, in this place between plans and faith:

"For I know the plans I have for you" declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future." (Jeremiah 29:11)

...

"Take delight in the Lord and He will give you the desires of your heart." (Psalm 37:4)

Our desires are firm and steady. This I know.
Our Lord is firm and steady. Faithful. Loving.
Our future is unclear, yet we will rest on these promises.

(Typed while replaying recent conversations and drinking a Mocha of sorts from a green paper cup)

Thursday, July 5, 2012

June 2012: A Month of Gratitude

Just realized that this post is my 200th post.

Glad I'm marking the occassion by giving thanks.

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French fires + Coke + Good Book. Wicked, the Musical. Little Black Dresses. Little Blue Dresses. Classical Cello Concerts. Pat-bingsu! Alla and Hyunhee stopping by the OEC while Mike hangs out with his students. Korean countryside. Mid-week holidays with Hyunhee and Hakcheol. Meeting Korea's wisest "old geezer" on the bus. Taco-K dinner with a co-teacher and her fiance. BBQ's on the river with fantastic company, great meats and equally great brews. Skyping Holly and Kolt. Being ahead on lesson planning. Visiting with Garrett and Alla. Inspiration to create Banana Beer Bread. Encouraging words via SaraJane on gChat. Thought-provoking insight from Erin. Encouraging words about finding value from Mindy. Daejeon's best burger with Mike, Harris, Aaron and guest appearance by Paul and Lucy. Encouraging chat session with Annalise. Encouragement from my mother. Muju. Blueberry Pie. Mulling over the words of Donald Miller. Hard Apple Cider. Enjoyable school lunches. Feeling the voice and presence of the Lord. gChat's with Mark and SaraJane. Seaweed Paper. Bon-Bon Italian with Joe, John G, Paul and my man. Hearing the words, "we're going to Laramie," confidently spoken. Tears of Joy. Sharing exciting news.

Friday, June 15, 2012

Spilling

In my quiet moments, as of late, I mull over possible titles for a post, here at Tea with Melissa. The place I feel most comfortable sharing some of the deeper parts of me (although, you may not know it with all the book updates and goals with nothing else in between ^^).

I've considered poetically titling a post: Crossroads.

Doubt and Certainty serving as the primary theme.

Doubt that I'll land my dream job.
Doubt that I'll (we'll) have a job at all come September.
Doubt that I have what it takes.
Certainty that moving on is the call of the hour.
Certainty that all we need will and has been provided for.
Certainty that I have what it takes.

I've considered a simple post with a title such as: Processing or Updating

Rambling serving as the primary theme.

Expressing that, at this point, in my life in the life of my husband and I, we are soul searching and job searching. We are in love with two nations. We are in love with adventure and traveling and time to engage in such activities. We are longing for Wyoming, but so incredibly intentional with our finances that it seems foolish to bail on South Korea when there may still be perfect opportunities here to save and work a few more years toward the life we've always dreamed of. However,  Wyoming has dangled in front of us an opportunity so perfectly suited to our desires (and to my education and experience) that our hearts are yearning even more deeply for our homeland and the family and friends we have there, while simultaneously aching the truth that Korea is not our forever home and some of the people we've added to our community here may sooner than expected be half a world away.

And job searching is exactly what it's cracked up to be: stressful and disappointing and at times utterly thrilling in thinking about the possibilities. And time-consuming. And requires ridiculous amounts of paper work and document tracking and scanning and sending -- and all that's before an interview.

So maybe we'll be in Wyoming by September. Perhaps in a dream job, preparing to build a home of our own and with a promise to visit this second home every year or two if even for a short time. Perhaps among our prior community who loved us so dearly and have contributed to who and where we are with their love and support and encouragement. Perhaps crashing couches, looking for flexible work as substitute teachers of eBay entrepreneurs. Or, maybe we'll be in South Korea, relocating on the peninsula. Transitioning into a University position looking forward to more flexible schedules and longer vacations.

But we don't know. And there's currently no indication of when we will know these answers. So, we just sit and wait and hope and pray.

I've considered titling a post: It's a Beautiful Life.

Because I love Ace of Base.
And because through all of this, I'm seeing just how beautiful and perfect my life is for me, our lives are for us.

Because when we leave places, we aren't escaping.
We're leaving behind family and friends who love us and support us and who are eagerly awaiting our return, miraculously without pressuring us to do so in a time-frame that suits their own desires.

Because when we arrive in places, we aren't excluding.
We're immersing and living intentionally because that's what we've learned produces results that feed our hearts and our souls. We recognize this place is temporary, more so than any other we're likely to settle into, yet our previous experience in community resounds and reminds us that intentionality and meaningful relationships and big and small experiences are worth the heartache that will one day be good-bye for now, until I don't know when.

Because when it's time to move forward, we aren't alone.
We have this beautiful life due to these beautiful people and as I sit so frequently, in confusion and uncertainty about what the (near) future holds, I am humbled and astounded by the degree and depth of friendships I have established here, there and everywhere in between. And whatever it is we decide, whatever it is that comes to fruition, I know we will move forward with the world's greatest support team, no need to escape, only a need to continue on with love, compassion and intentionality.



But now, in this moment, I just needed a place to spill all of these thoughts with their own flow, their own style, their own focus.


We're at a crossroads. And while we stand here, waiting for direction and confirmation, we cannot help but notice all that has brought us to this point and how simply astoundingly beautiful it all is.

(Typed while finishing off a most amazing and refreshing Blueberry-Cucumber smoothie from my very own kitchen using my very own home-made  yogurt ^^)

Wednesday, February 29, 2012

A Month of Gratitude: February 2012

Mid-day cappuccino. First Thursday night Meet-ups in Gung-dong (my favorite Daejeon neighborhood). Friday nights. Coke and Red Wine while laughing and speaking with a Redneck accent. Sacred Places. Feeling personal progress in regards to 'hatred'. Home 'theater' dates with the man (Mr. Popper's Penguins and Kung Fu Panda 2). Giggling 'with' Lady Annyeong as she discovers the joys of bed-top forts (i.e. being under the covers). Creativity and Laughter from students. Unexpected encouragement regarding married life. Teaching with Hyunhee. Earl grey tea with milk and sugar. Brown Bone China Mug. Matt and Jen's arrival, tears of joy, warm embraces and picking up where we left off. Drinking a White Russian, snacking on walnut pastries and chatting with Jen and Whitney. French Fries. Rooftop dining in Ho Chi Minh City (fried goat in coconut milk and cheese wrapped in tender beef slices atop lettuce and tomatoes, all topped with fresh cilantro). Supporting former street children and orphans by eating delicious and beautifully presented food. Being broken hearted for past crimes of war and those of this century. Shade of coconut palms on deliciously warm days floating through the Mekong Delta. Waking before the sunrise to enjoy peaceful strolls and the beginning of a new day. Carrot Smoothies. CouchSurfing Hospitality. Vietnamese coffee enjoyed ina Vietnamese Garden Cafe. Being spoiled by my man. Reading on the beach. The view from plane windows. Tender and flavorful roasted chicken wings at 4am. Returning home, to friends, new and old, good food and rolicking good times. Kiva. Being reminded that I am a valued and cherished friend. Knowing that the beauty of the friendship trumps the pain of transition and the changing scene of our imediate community.

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(Typed while sipping oolong tea from Taiwan)

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Book: Christmas at Harrington's

Christmas at Harrington'sChristmas at Harrington's by Melody Carlson

My rating: 3 of 5 stars

This was a quick and delightful read about an ex-con (wrongfully accused) who brings an impressive amount of joy to her new community (albeit with a bit of hardship on her end). I appreciated the sincerity with which the story is told and the character of Lena Markham. Definitely a pleasant read for the holiday season. Honestly, I  picked this book because of 'Harrington's' in the title - no other reason. I was surprised to find a story which showcased deep felt truths about finding out place in a community, specificially a religious community, after making mistakes or falsely being accused of mistakes. I enjoyed the beautiful ways in which all the characters worked alongside one another, surprising even themselves with their kindness.  At the same time, these stories lead me to question the reality of softening hearts. After 8 years in prison, after difficult betrayals, after abuse and hardship. I know it's possible. I've seen and experienced it - I've just also seen the reverse, ever hardening hearts. So, at times I struggled to believe the community of women involved in this story really could feel such a strong love for one another.  But, then again, maybe that's just where I am in regards to being jaded by the harsher realities of the world...
Stand-out quotes:
"If she didn't make a decision, whe wouldn't make a mistake. That way no one, including her father, coule blame her." (p. 17)
"At this moment being in prison seemed preferable to suffering the pain she'd experienced while on the outside." (p. 120)
"Suddenly it seemed crystal clear. Why would she embrace the belief system of people who had givern her only pain and grief? Why should she accept their flawed image of an angry, judgemental, and punitive God? A God she wanted nothing to do with. A God who would grinder her out beneath the heel of his boot. What reason did she have to believe people like that -- to blindly accept their God?"

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Book: Blue Heaven

Blue HeavenBlue Heaven by C.J. Box

My rating: 4 of 5 stars


I ended up reading this book as part of a book club. Suspense/Thriller murder mystery type reads rarely make it into my reading routine. However, I'm so glad that this one did. The setting o this story in Northern Idaho gave it a rural feel that reminded me of growing up and of home. I was so interested in this story from the very beginning. C.J. Box does not keep the reader waiting for action and plot line progession. I was surprised by how involved I became in the plot and desperately I wanted things to end up according to my personal plan and ideal conclusions.
Truly an enjoyable read, thankful to get out of my genre comfort zone and experience something a bit different but just as revealing to the human soul, redemption, forgiveness, messy-life-siuations, and community.
And the line that stuck out most:
"These people, he thought, talk to you like they've known you all their lives."
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Friday, September 9, 2011

Book: Life of Pi


Life of PiLife of Pi by Yann Martel

My rating: 3 of 5 stars

(Perhaps I under rated this...not sure. I really knew a lot about the story before reading it, perhaps that is why it did not grip me to it's full potential...)

At this point, I feel many people are familiar with the basic set-up of the 'Life of Pi'. A boy. A boat. A Bengal Tiger. Lost at Sea. Survival.

Of course, there is so much more that is honestly riveting, challenging and good fodder for discussion and the processing of personal beliefs, etc. I enjoyed the story thoroughly and take with me the following quotes and passages as particularly poignant and thought-provoking.

"It is true that those we meet can change us, sometimes so profoundly that we are not the same after-wards, even unto our names." (p. 25).

"Why do people move? What makes them uproot and leave everything they've known for a great unknown beyond the horizon? Why climb this Mount Everest of formalities that makes you feel like a beggar? 98Why enter this jungle of foreignness where everything is new, strange and difficult?

The answer is the same the world over: people move in hope of a better life." (p.98)

For so many reasons, this stood out to me. This is my constant line of questioning. Why live where we do, away from a community we know, love and were known and loved by?  I struggle to accept that the answer is 'in hope of a better life' but haven't thought of any better alternative, so perhaps it is so.

"Don't bully me with your politeness! Love is hard to believe, ask any lover. Life is hard to believe, ask any scientist. God is hard to believe, ask any believer. What is your problem with hard to believe?" (p. 375)

"The world isn't just the way it is. It is how we understand it, no? And in understanding something, we bring something to it, no? Doesn't that make life a story?" (p. 380).


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Above is obviously what I posted on my Goodreads, with italicized  additions adding further insight/thoughts. However, there are numerous additional passages which stuck out to me, passages that I plan to really work through and connect to where I'm at, where I've been and where I'm going.

To all my dear friends and faithful readers, what were your thoughts on the Life of Pi?

(Typed having recently finished a sweet yellow teacup filled with Korean 3-in-1 coffee mix)

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

The Blog(s)

Better to write for yourself and have no public,
than to write for the public and have no self.


~Cyril Connolly

Seems a lot of friends of mine are currently undergoing the process of processing.
Processing the 'purpose' of blogging.
of putting it all out there
on the world wide web.
of being vulnerable
in a multitude of ways.

Their insights have encouraged me.

"Now, I have to say this. You guys had the right idea with blogs. I usually feel better when I write in my journal but on a blog, it's out there, and although you don't have to tell anyone about it, someone might read it. And for some reason that makes all the difference. You feel that you are heard, known to some small degree, but known none the less."
~Hannah

This followed some equally well spoken words from another dear blogger friend
words I cannot seem to relocate...

Anyway, all this to say
to confirm
to share
to inform
to encourage

that I enjoy writing. I have three blogs. I will not be ashamed.
Nor will I expect to become famous or well-known because of
one, two or all three.

They each serve a specific purpose for me
a purpose I need from them
a purpose, with one blog in particular, that others 'need' from me.

I blog for oh-so-many-reasons
And it is a beautiful contribution to my soul.

Thanks for stopping by.
If you're so inclined:
I cook and record recipes here.
I post regular updates on life here.

(Typed while finishing off a Brown Bone China mug of honey citrus tea).

Saturday, January 22, 2011

Immigration

I just finished reading this story regarding immigration. It's at times heart-wrenching and other times heart-warming. In this story I have seen the ugliness that can be fallen man and the beauty which can be man redeemed. The story is specifically about one boy's journey atop trains, in the midst of trecherous weather, bandits and corrupt officials, the hardships he faces and his driving desire to see the mother who left him at the age of five to go to the United States. However, this story isn't just about one boy, it's about thousands of children who are left behind every year as mothers make the difficult and impossible decision to seek out better wages and opportunities in el norte with visions of supporting their children and saving enough to return home and maintain a 'priveleged' life.

Enrique's JourneyEnrique's Journey by Sonia Nazario

My rating: 5 of 5 stars


Were I to give this book a one word theme it would be that of 'broken-ness'. The story of Enrique is a story of thousands of immigrant children who experience broken relationships, broken homes, broken hearts, broken bones, broken innocence, broken reunions. The broken-ness extends beyond those children who make the trek from Central America to el norte into the broken-ness of systems, of poverty, of law-enforcement, of those who have gone before, and on and on. As difficult as this story is and the truths about immigration as it often looks are, it is a read worth tackling in order to understand just a small glimpse of what fuels immigration and love for ones family.
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The book left me aching to know my role in this situation. What can I do? What do I know and/or belive about immigration? What do I know and/or believe about poverty? Is there a feasable solution to what has been revealed to be a vicious cycle? I don't know.

What I do know is that I have a voice. I have a vocal, readable, recordable voice - the ability to speak on the behalf of those who don't. I have a voice which speaks loudly through my actions, even if I never open my mouth. I have a voice which is tied to my income and checkbook and will reveal where I succeed or fail in practicing what I preach.

One thing weighed on my heart in reading this - one drop in the bucket of good I contribute, of action point I can take...choosing wisely who to offer our Kiva Loan. Not in a "I don't trust what other borrowers are using their money for"  way but in a, "I have a new sense of what is happening in Central America and why women are leaving, it may well be worth it to invest in the women of those nations in hope that they will remain with their children and communities" way.

What are your thoughts on the issue of immigration? Have you read Enrique's Journey? How did it stir your emotions, call you to action, change your preceptions? Have you read other stories with a similar backdrop regarding immigration? Regarding parts of the world where pain is tangible and you feel moved to seek out a way to serve?

I'd love to hear/read your thoughts!

(Typed while enjoying a bit of strawberry milk before bed!)

Thursday, December 30, 2010

Blessed by School Life

Occassionally...
working here drives me to the brink of insanity.
The same was true in the U.S.

Occassionally...
more frequently than insanity
I stare blessings straight in the face

Today, I was 'Blessed by School Life'
when the science teacher sent me this note:

I'll work here at Bongam by today. My contract finishes today.
I may come to this school again or move to another school.
I was very glad/happy getting to know you.
I tried , however, didn't make good friends with you since I can speak English a little. Anyway I was very happy when I met you on a bus. Take care of yourself. Let's keep in touch with each other.
And this song:



Friendship is a sweet, sweet gift.
And while the lyrics may be corny...
I love them and I love reflecting on the
Blessings
I have that are directly related to 'school' life

(Typed having just finished enjoying 'Chinese' lunch extravaganza with my co-workers and a cup of 3-in-1 coffee mix)

Monday, December 6, 2010

Valley of Shadows

I know some beautiful souls
beautiful souls
that are hurting


Each has lovingly
invited me into the depths
of their souls

When I hear their story
I share their pain
My heart is aching for them

I hope everyone has such deep and meaningful relationships
that pain is shared regardless of
experience, miles, age, etc.

This is for my friends, the beautiful souls that are hurting
This is my prayer for you.




May you each know
that you are not alone.

(Typed while enjoying a darling brown, bone-china mug filled with Earl Grey, a bit of milk and sugar)
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