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Four Sleeps to Go – Moving to Thailand Update

Keep in mind, I’m using “sleep” in its very loosest form. Sleep meaning: laid there for a couple of hours until that got boring.

Our internet is gone. Our modem died on Monday and the internet company couldn’t replace it quickly enough for it to be worth it before we had to cancel anyway. I have the only internet access on my phone. The rest of the family has learned that they can use my phone to tether their ipods and computers. So I haven’t seen my phone lately. But today, since my husband, Banking and my son, Lego Universe are away and my daughters, Itunes, Facebook and YouTube are all still asleep, I have time to give you a brief update.

We are packed! Everything fits into some hockey bags and back packs. This is actually a pretty easy move for us because we’re not really bringing anything. The only things I’m really not looking forward to is the 20 hours of travel with a two year old.

This week has been full of goodbyes. And parties. And more goodbyes. And tears. And time for just one more coffee or one more dinner. Since Friday, we’ve:

Had a Nerf War birthday party for Irish

Carved pumpkins

Had a Christmaween (Halloween and Christmas) Party for the girls

Been commissioned at Highway Pentecostal and had a party with cake

Eaten with some great friends. Had coffee with other great friends

Largely ignored the mess

Let it sink in that we’re actually moving.

Our house in Bangkok is, at this time, still not flooded. Flood relief work has started in Bangkok and we hope to be a part of this as soon as we hit the ground.

Welcome Home

the government can't reach everyone affected

Hundreds dead, thousands displaced

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Moving To Thailand Daily Freakout – Stress Eating

I’ve been stress eating. Well, I haven’t. I’ve been using stress as an excuse to over eat. On purpose. Not sure why. That’s pretty dumb. But that’s what I’ve been doing.

I didn’t think much of it until I saw this. My dad took this picture of me last week.

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Really it’s for the best

See that?

A BELLY!! I DON’T HAVE A BELLY! WHAT’S THAT BELLY DOING THERE?

So, this is my new plan.

Carrot sticks.

We went to Wendy and Scott Couper’s for supper on Saturday, and she put out a tray of vegetables. Face palm moment. How did I not think of vegetables? I’m the “eat your veggies” queen around here! I’ve been craving something crunchy that I can eat continuously, and I’ve been making popcorn because it’s fairly low cal. Carrots are NO CAL.

Why does a missionary post about weight loss and weight maintenance? Because being my best and healthiest is important to me. And because every Wednesday, when I start to totally fail and all I can think about is chocolate icing topped peanut butter sandwiches…

Alicia is over there at Confessions of a Snowflake encouraging me to stick with it. I have had so many “how did she know?” moments reading her blog. You should check it out too.

Moving to Thailand Daily Freakout- Old Friends, New Friends, Drunken Parties and Weird Connections

The weekend went like this:
  • Drove to Peterborough in a wind and rain storm.
  • Competed in the “I had a bad drive” competition with Scott who had taken his own vehicle. And I totally won. 
  • Dinner at Scott and Wendy Couper’s house (New friends!!) with the Coupers and kids and with Brian and Carey Clark and their kids (old friends!!)
  • Stayed up all night because the people in the motel room upstairs had a party until 5am.
  • Hung out in the Nursery at Northview Pentecostal with Dagny while Scott spoke.
  • Met Sam Wilson, who we went to highschool with, his wife Angela, whose awesome parents made the sign for our ministry. That was a big surprise! We had no idea that they were married or that they were in Peterborough or that they’d be at Northview that morning.
  • Met Helen Cowan’s daughter. Helen Cowan was Scott’s grandmother’s neighbor and good friend. No idea she was at Northview either!
  • Went for lunch with the Coupers and completely devoured a baked potato with Swiss Chalet sauce.
  • Drove home. No wind, no rain.
My brain is still recovering from the party and the drive, but there are so many other things I want to say in this post, like what great friends the Clarks are and how supportive and encouraging they’ve been through our waiting. How great Wendy and Scott and their kids are and how I really felt we connected even though we only just met. How wonderful the people at Northview were to me, especially Bruce Lindsay who hung out with Dag and me in the Nursery and Murray Lincoln who talked to us after the service. How weird it was to run into Sam Wilson and Serge and Jamie’s daughter who is also Sam’s wife, and Helen Cowan’s daughter! And how it felt like God had picked me up and put me down in Peterborough because I was supposed to be there. that. day. And how sad I was for the drunken kids at the motel. And how grateful I was that I wasn’t a drunken kid any more.
This morning I found out we may have a house in Bangkok, that a ministry that we really like is looking for volunteers, that the church we’re working with is going in a direction that I think is so fantastic. Life is like a fast forward movie right now.
And there’s a teen friend applying for a job in my dining room and three boys having a sword fight in the sun room and the baby needs to be changed.
My mind is living in two places.
Too much to process now. So here’s some pictures.

The kids always set up our display table. I've been fired because I suffer from a creativity deficiency.

This looks like a nice place for a little nap

A little cuddle before Daddy talks

 

Moving to Thailand Daily Freakout – Getting a Grip on Honesty

Wednesday night I had a very uncharacteristic meltdown. I stayed up all night crying. But you’ve already read about that. I’ve gotten a grip now. Thursday was much better. But I think everyone was surprised that I could have so dramatic a freakout. I was even more surprised that I told anyone (never mind EVERYONE) about it. I like to play things close to the chest. I don’t like to melt down, and if I do, I like nobody to know about it.

But I’ve realized that that’s really pretty dishonest. (See how I throw all those qualifiers in there, it’s dishonest. That’s it.) People seem to assume that I’m doing this missionary thing because I have some quality that separates the missionaries from the non-missionaries. (The wrongness of the “non-missionary” title is a subject for another post). I don’t. I’m not braver, or stronger, or more together. I’m just a people. I just happen to be called to go to another country and I’m relying on Jesus to get me through each day, just like you. That’s honest. And it appears that sometimes I meltdown and cry all night. And you know what? That’s okay. And I found out that when I’m honest, I get help.

Help arrived! The troops rallied. Scott came home early (he left work at 8:30am so he was home at 4pm). My mother and sister came down for lunch today. Everybody is treating me as if I’m very delicate and looking at me as if one of my limbs may suddenly turn into a killer python or something.

Photo Credit: Rough Green Snake by Crookrw on flickr http://www.flickr.com/photos/richardwc/4938625118/

It’s okay. I’m all better now. No more crying. I promise. For now.

But staying up all night Wednesday did take a bit of a toll on my judgment. Thursday I did what every rational person does after only getting three hours of sleep. I bought a domain name. Then I haunted GoDaddy on Twitter until I figured out what I was doing wrong. (Translation: I bought a domain name and had absolutely no idea what to do next. I’m sure I’ve earned a reputation at GoDaddy already)

This is it!! Isn’t it so pretty? It has red in it!

Then I went to sleep and woke up and bought jeans to replace the ones with the holes in them.

I have had a couple of moments today, but they weren’t meltdown moments, they were more like “Did I just stand here at the counter and stare into space and eat three pancakes?” moments.

So, this may not seem like a very productive day, but I actually got four things checked off my moving list,
Have Lunch With Mom and Sister,
Buy Jeans,
Eat Pancakes and Not Realize it While Staring Into Space,
Be Honest About Being Human

Moving To Thailand Daily Freakout – Up All Night Crying

I was up all night crying.

I’ve decided to abandon my Weekly Countdowns to Thailand for Daily (or almost daily) Freak Outs and since I was up all night crying anyway, it seemed like a good start to the series. Sobbing your head off is the best kind of freaking out.

I’m not a cryer. I just don’t cry. Not often anyway. I hate negative emotion. But I started crying after the kids went to bed and here it is, four in the morning and I’m still at it.

No idea what’s causing this. I’m super excited about the move. But I do have alot on my plate so it must be a neurological response to stress. (can I sound any more like Spock here?) Also, I’ve recently had to get rid of a few things that have sentimental, but no real practical use to me. I guess I was a bit more attached to them than I thought. But I’m crying like someone just shot my dog. And my grandma. I’ve been distracting myself with twitter but if I try to sleep I just start crying again.

Big crying. Loud stuff a blanket in your mouth sobbing and half a roll of toilet paper bunched up on the floor. Emotional vomit.

Stay tuned for the continuing adventures as I Freak Out about Moving to Thailand!!

Thailand Countdown – 4 Weeks, Visas, Prayer, and a Lesson in Awe

If you’ve been following our saga, you will know we’ve been waiting for our visas. For a year. We’ve actually been approved since the middle of July, but the visas just weren’t arriving.

Here’s the update:

OUR VISAS ARE HERE!!

They’re actually in our passports. We have plane tickets. We leave Toronto on November 8th and arrive in Bangkok on November 9th.

YAY!!!

So what happened to change things?

I prayed.

Yup.

You see, I’ve become a bit complacent in my prayer life. Just a bit. Because:

A. Right before you move your entire family of four kids to a foreign country where you don’t speak the language to start a ministry among people who are comprised of less than one percent Christian is the best time to slack off prayer.

or

B. I’m an idiot.

(Before you answer that, just flip real quick to
Matthew 7:1 . Yeah. That.)

I was praying. I was!
You know.
Dear God, I’m about to start the day and I need help with this…
Dear God, this is a tough situation, get my friend through…
Dear God, It would be great if our visas came today…
Dear God, great day, g’night…

I think my prayer perspective was a bit off.
I’ve got this T-shirt. (Stick with me, there’s a point to this segue)
It says “Jesus is my homeboy”
I got it when I lived in Charlotte.
I wear it alot. At least once a week.

When we lived in East Charlotte I know for sure the young cool people were totally laughing at the middle age housewife in the “homeboy”shirt.
Now that I live in small town Canada, I frequently have to explain my “homeboy” shirt.
But I love it. It’s a beautiful shirt. It has a picture of Jesus with his arms open wide. It has the term “homeboy” which I totally love.

Journeys Shoes: Mens Jesus Is My Homeboy Tee - Navy

Journeys Shoes: Mens Jesus Is My Homeboy Tee – Navy (clipped to polyvore.com)

Homeboy:
1. a close friend
2. someone who is from where you’re from.

Jesus is my closest friend. He’s from where I’m from. He’s from where I’m going. I’m in this world, but not of it.

When I pray, I’m praying to this close friend.
I sometimes forget that my homeboy made elephants. And Mars. And everything as far as any probe or telescope will ever see.

I sometimes forget that prayer shouldn’t always be a conversation.

Prayer sometimes needs to be a

lock the door
fall on my face
worship before the Lord
grateful that He’s given me breath to praise.

In full recognition of who He is. And how much He loves me despite who I am.

Because without that, I don’t need a visa to anywhere.

We have just over 6 weeks until we move to Thailand, and so I thought I’d share a little bit about stress and how I deal with it.

If there’s anything I’m truly an expert in, it’s stressful situations. Where to start with my stress resume… I have four kids. The oldest are twins. They were colicky, premie twins. We’ve moved 24 times since the oldest have been born. That’s moving while pregnant, with a newborn, and almost every year at Christmas. I’ve lived for months at a time in a tiny long-term hotel room with those kids. We’ve moved to two countries that are not our native country. We’re moving to a third. These past two years I’ve been a “single” mom in Canada during the week while my husband works in the USA. Enough stress? I’ve also walked through physical illness (my own), mental illness (someone else’s), a high risk pregnancy, bed rest, and trying to watch NFL games in Canada. That’s right. I haven’t watched a Packers game at all this season. So I’m familiar with stress.

A disclaimer: Now this isn’t major stress. I’ve never been divorced. I’m not widowed. I don’t have a terminal illness. All of my children are well. But even if you are going through something major, you may be able to glean something here.

Now, despite the stressful situations I’ve gone through, I am a relatively stress free person. My personality is part of it, but I also put alot of effort into being low stress in a high stress life. I obviously can’t share everything, but here’s a short list of what I do. I’ve tried to make it more of a HOW list than a WHAT list so that you can use some of these ideas.

1. I Don’t eat that.

Once upon a time I had stress. Then I cut out gluten. If you are an unusually stressed-out person, you may want to check with your doctor about food problems. Gluten, dairy and red meat can all cause stressful feelings in some people. Cutting out junk foods, empty carbs and sugars will also help your stress level. You’ve done enough reading to know that they mess up your blood sugar levels and make you irritable and more easily stressed.

2. I Go back to sleep

Getting enough sleep when you’re stressed can be particularly difficult because your stress keeps you thinking all night. I’m not immune to this. During particularly stressful times I keep a piece of paper beside the bed so I can write down any ideas that happen to wake me up. Then I go back to sleep. Not because it’s easy, but because I’ve decided that it’s my strategy. I tell myself that the best thing I can do about such-and-such is get enough sleep and deal with it in the morning. It’s a conscious decision. When you go about sleep in this manner you can justify getting a good night’s sleep as part of your action plan.
Whatever you do… Don’t check Twitter. Don’t do it. Just don’t. Nobody is on Twitter at 3am anyway. You’re just going to wake your mind up for no reason.

3. I Remember “It’s not about me”.

I think the situations that are most likely to cause me stress are the times when demands on me are really high. Especially when I don’t get my “me time”. I’m a little bit selfish about my “me time”. But honestly, this situation, this life, isn’t about me. It’s about how well I reflect Jesus to the world. Jesus needed his me time. He got up early to be alone to pray. He even went to such lengths as walking (across a lake) when he could have hitched a ride (in a boat… he really like his alone time). But even when he really needed that alone time and people needed him, he didn’t get all snippy and complain that he was “just off today because I didn’t get my me time…” (Of course, I just made that up, I’d never say anything like that… maybe…) He remembered that he was an emissary of God. He was the face man. When he left, he sent the Holy Spirit to help us be the representatives of God. So, it’s not about me, even though when the boy interrupts my me time, or the baby interrupts my sleep, I’d really like it to be.

4. I Move.

I feel so much better if I exercise. Plus I look better. This makes me feel even better. I can get through the most stressful situations if I know that my body is doing good things. I wish I could go back in time to the new mom me. My advice would be, don’t bother even getting those babies dressed, just stuff them in the stroller and go outside. You need fresh air and exercise. Right now I’m doing the single mom thing, exercise is difficult. I bought a video and I do it when I put the littles to bed.

5. I do something fun/mindless.

I watch TV, or football, or I read or write. Anything that isn’t the thing that causes me stress. I may even fit in some apple picking.

6. I try to keep things as normal as possible for the kids.

Bedtimes, school schedules (even if it’s a reduced school schedule), meals. Kids who know what’s going to happen next are happy kids. And happy kids don’t add to the stress.

7. I let go and let God.

Sorry. I’ve heard this so many times. What does that even mean? One time I was at a seminar, and the speaker actually had us whisper what stressed us out into our hands and then hold up our hands and wiggle our fingers to release it to God. There, now we won’t worry about that any more. Seriously. God isn’t one of those Honduran Dream Dolls that you whisper your problems to and put under your pillow.

7. (revised) I understand that God has a plan.

I believe that God has a plan. He has a plan for humanity, and he has a specific plan for my life. Prayer helps me understand the plan for my life, Bible reading helps me understand the big picture. I believe that this stressful situation is part of God’s plan. This change, this challenge, is affecting my life and the lives of those I come in contact with. Sometimes I see the result. Sometimes I don’t. But I believe that it’s part of The Plan. That makes stressful situations so much easier to deal with.

So, we have six weeks until we move to Bangkok. Things are just a bit stressful at this point. They’re going to get even more as I try to fit a major move into real life. These are some of the things I do when things get stressful, but I’d really appreciate hearing how you deal with stress. Then I can print the whole thing out and put it on the fridge.

Thailand Countdown – 9 weeks

We have nine weeks until we leave for Bangkok. It’s hard to believe that this season of our lives is almost over. The past year and a half in Canada has been like a 1950s fantasy in parenting. Little boys on bikes. Teens going for ice cream and to the library. Baby playing in the back yard. Friends for coffee. Sleep overs. Safety.

What am I doing at this stage of the game?

I’m starting to get rid of stuff.

My closet is empty except for what I actually wear and still fit into. All the post-baby clothes that were super cute but a bit too big are gone. All the sweet blouses that would look really great on probably anyone with a speck of fashion sense but that I could never get to go with anything are awaiting a thrifty and stylish new owner at Good Will.

My book collection has been pared down to the bare minimum. Book lovers and homeschoolers, I’ll spare you the details. The books are still in boxes in my sunroom. I’m waiting for the homestudy results for their prospective new owners.

I’m making appointments.

The kids see the dentist on Wednesday. We were able to squeeze our whole family into 6 appointments spread over 2 days at the dr’s office the week before we leave. Yup. They’re booked solid for the next 8 weeks.

I’m doing paper work.

We go this week to get Scott’s visa. Then we have to apply for mine and the kids’. An amazing church has just sent us the application for support and I’m filling that out. I’m writing thank you cards to the people who’ve recently come on as partners, and I’m planning on writing to each of those that have been with us from the beginning.

I’m crying a little.

It’s been a really nice ride here in Brockville. The kids all have alot of really nice friends. Our house is always busy and full. I have lots of other moms to have coffee with. Our families are nearby and we haven’t spent nearly enough time with them. We actually live in a house, in a neighborhood and we’re going to miss all this “normal”.

I’m potty training the baby.

And cooking meals, and doing excessive amounts of laundry, and putting the garbage out and mowing the lawn and teaching 4th grade math and facilitating high school. Because life is still happening, and Scott’s still in Pittsburgh.

Finally, I’m believing

I’m trusting God that the rest of our finances will come in. We have our first year fully paid for, and we have a good percentage of the rest of our term covered. We have the most amazing, encouraging partners. If you’d like to be part of our ministry, you can go here for more info.
I’m trusting that He has friends and good experiences lined up for the kids. God doesn’t just call mom and dad. He calls the whole family and he knows what’s best for each person in it.
I’m believing that the “new normal” will be as wonderful as He’s promised.

Please don’t ask my kids where they’re from

Don’t ask my kids where they’re from. That’s just mean. The kids have lived in 3 and a half countries and are preparing to move to a fourth. (I say a half because Brownsville, TX on the Mexico border is much more Mexico than it is Texas).

In those three countries, they’ve lived in 2 provinces and 8 states, most of those more than once. In all, my older girls have lived in more than 20 homes in their short 14 years on this earth.

They have no idea where they’re “from”.

My 8 year old son has it figured out. He’s from Michigan. That’s where he was born, and that’s where he’ll eventually settle down. He hasn’t set foot in Michigan, even driven through it, since he was two.

Alot of our identity is based on where we’re from. Our culture, our behavior, slang and interests, much of it depends on where we’re from. No consistent culture for my kids. Affluent, mostly white Highlands Ranch CO is a far cry from Malawi Africa, one of the poorest countries in the world. East Charlotte, NC is nothing like the East Coast of Canada.

My kids have had to find their own culture. I’m actually very proud of them and their ability to find ways to cope.

They have found a culture and an answer to “Where are you from?” Japanese Animation saved the day. The Anime culture is a world wide phenomenon. Something they can take with them wherever they move. Everyone involved shares certain traits, interests and slang. When you are asked “Where are you from?” it refers to your costume, it means “what series are you from?”

Are you raising third culture kids? How do they cope? Where are they “from”?

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