Wednesday, January 27, 2016

Marriage is Just Two Imperfect People Who Refuse to Give Up on Each Other

I heard a wise person once say that a marriage is just two imperfect people who refuse to give up on each other. This was true then and it is still true today as Bill and I learn to more fully love each other deeply.

So how does this happen? Mostly through hard times and conflicts. It was hardest in our early years. While in Mexico I wrote that "It seems Bill and I learn oneness through conflict. It's a hard time right now."

Several months later, we had our lost suitcase on a flight from Mexico City to Oklahoma, and Bill and I weren't agreeing on how to handle it. I wrote, "Yesterday Bill and I had the worst argument in our married life, out at the airport trying to settle concerning the lost suitcase. What the Lord seems to be doing is giving us a crash course in revealing basic attitudes and motives that don't line up with His. Dow says this is the year for personal holiness. Guess this is our initiation."

I was grateful for Bill's friendship with our pastor Dow, but I was also adjusting to this friendship. Bill had never had a close friend before so this was different. They spent a lot of time discussing life and relationships and I often felt left out. But I decided not to pass judgment, but to wait and see how things actually worked out. As I waited (not always easy to do), I found that Dow's friendship with Bill was a very good thing. As I watched Bill's attitudes and motives change toward me, the kids and others, I became increasingly grateful for the gift that Dow was to us.

In the process of being changed, we both learned new ways of relating to each other and the kids. I wrote that "it felt like a “destruction of my kingdom, so His can be built.” I still had a lot of pride that my way was better, but like Aslan had to do with Eustace in Narnia (Voyage of the Dawn Treader), he had to show me my selfishness and peal off many layers, one at a time, so that I could be free.

Bill and I were both having layers peeled off, still learning how to walk together with one mind and heart. We were particularly vulnerable with our children. We often disagreed about how to help our kids, especially Jonathan. Jenny watched all this carefully and seemed to learn how to navigate the parental signs. I wish we could have learned as quickly as she did.

Proverbs 31 says, “An excellent wife, who can find? For her worth is far above jewels……She’s always doing him good and not evil all the days of her life." I wanted to be that kind of wife, but struggled as we learned and grew. You've read how my heart is tied to Nepal and this theme keeps coming back time and again. I read in Acts 1:7 that “It is not for you to know the times or the seasons, which the Father has put in His own power.” As I wondered about our future, I learned that making home wherever we were was what I needed to do--not keep hoping for a return to Nepal. This is when contentment began to flow and our marriage became stronger..

Over the years, I think the biggest thing I've learned (and usually practice now), is this. It is better to NOT be right than to NOT be in harmony with your husband. As we've aged we tend to remember things differently, and we still have differences of opinion and always will. But I've found it's better to not argue about what "I know is right." Having a loving relationship means recognizing that differences are OK and I'm not always right. Building each other up always wins over disagreeing.

One other thing I've learned: Jesus always sought the success and fulfillment of His Father. Marriage is like that too--learning to seek the success and fulfillment of each other. As we've both laid down our lives for each other, our love has grown.

So the journey goes on and on and I am grateful to say that over the years we both have changed--probably Bill the most. He lays down his life for me every day. How grateful to God I am for this man who loves me and follows Jesus deeply.

Tuesday, January 26, 2016

A Wise and Caring Woman, a Dorcas, a Woman Who Loved without Expectations: My Mom


The rest of summer 1978 was a blur. From the time we got the phone call, learning from the doctor that my mom had from 2 months to 2 years to live, life was a blur. How could my mom, a nurse, not know that something was seriously wrong with her body, especially large tumors. I wrote, “My heart is broken and I’m missing her already. I called her this morning and she seems to be doing well, though weak. She cried at the end of our conversation. And I cried when I hung up. My prayer is that He will spare her much suffering, but allow that which will make her ready to enter His Home with joy and peace and confidence.”

My sister Nancy remembers that she was in her last months pregnant with Daniel. "Mom had planned to come and spend some time with us when he was born (as she had for each of her grandchildren) but was not feeling well, so decided she ought to go to the doctor to get checked out before she made the trip. That's when they discovered the cancer--she never did get to meet Daniel as he wasn't born until November."

I wish you could have known my mom. If you've read this blog from the beginning, you know that she rescued my sister and me from an alcoholic abusive situation and divorced my dad when I had just turned six and my sister was two and one half and moved us all the way from Illinois, where she grew up, to California, where she'd never been.

Divorce was rare in those days and my mom was a very brave woman. Not only did she work to make enough money for a roof over our heads and food on the table (sometimes not much), but she made sure both Nancy and I had the skills needed to live in our society. At this point she was not yet a follower of Jesus. We went to church only at Easter and on Christmas.

But here are just a few of the things she did for us without any support:
  • "Let's make a deal!" Mom taught us to sew--so we could make our own dresses and even coats. Here's how she did it: She said if we learned to sew our own clothes, she would provide the fabric, zippers, buttons or whatever we needed, but if we wanted to buy our clothes we would need to earn the money and buy them ourselves. My sister says this lesson still plays a big part in her heart and life. What a lesson to treasure! (Plus one of my coats won a city-wide award for $10. This was a big deal back then!)
  • She gave me piano lessons and my sister accordion lessons (yes, we even did duets!) up through high school.
  • She made sure we exercised (with her and TV man Jack LaLane) and that we ate healthy (we loved everything except liver once a week).
  • She rewarded good grades with money. She wanted us to do well.
  • She took us on a vacation for one week every year to broaden our knowledge of the world. Sometimes we went to a beach like Carpinteria, or Catalina Island. We especially loved the mountains too. Sequoia National Park and Yosemite were favorites.
  • She made sure we participated in Camp Fire Girls and spent time at the Y during the summer. And she signed me up for summer classes in everything from cooking to poise lessons and even cake decorating.
  • She made sure we had swimming lessons every year, til we got to the Advanced levels, and even life saving. We dove off of the high dive and loved to swim. I still swim and it is the one exercise I can still do with all my physical limitations.
She did all this on a single woman's income. And she told us we needed to select a career that would stand us in good stead if our world ever dropped out from under us. She advised us to consider nursing, as she and my aunt had. My sister chose this route, though I elected to follow my passion of working with and teaching kids.

So, with such a rich history, and having been away many years in Nepal and now Mexico, I loved her very much and knew I wanted to go be with her, desperately wanted to be there, but wasn't sure when or how we could afford the trip. My sister, Nancy (remember, she’s a nurse), would stay the first week after surgery. The question of when I should go was before us. You might remember, she and husband Lloyd had been to visit us in Mexico just four months ago.


On July 18th, two days after I'd just learned about my mom, Nancy called and told me that mom's surgery was scheduled for the very next day. I later wrote, “What a week. I’d forgotten how wacky my emotions can get. The surgery showed things worse than expected. They did 3 by-passes and said it's just a matter of months, possibly less. I called mom yesterday and she cried again and became incoherent. That Saturday Dow prayed for the mantle of joy to be upon me, and to even share this with mom. But one day I'm up and the next quite low. Keep me, Lord, close to You. But I'm so grateful God has us here in Norman."

Then the Lord provided the finances for the trip from a dear friend and we scheduled the flight so I would get there after my sister's week with her. As Bill and I were fasting for the upcoming trip, the Lord made it clear that the reason I was going was just to be with her for a week, to love her, and give her joy.

I wrote, "We had such a beautiful week together--a treasure for sure. It was a strange experience, for I knew that life was flowing from me to her and we shared deeply. She knows Him and is ready to be with Him. But she's going through so much suffering and that's what hurts to watch. She seems to be going downhill fast. Last night I dreamed she hugged me, told me she loved me, and died. I tried to tell her to fight for life, but she seemed to know the truth and was being released to Him."

I spent the week in the hospital with her, reading Scripture to her. And I recorded the book of John on a cassette for her, so she could listen to my voice while she listened to His. I heard the Lord speak gently, "I AM pleased that I am receiving another daughter into my eternal Kingdom Home--to praise me forever. She is a jewel--rare and tenderhearted. Her spirit is broken, but I will mend it and give her a new garment of joy. The hurts and agonies of her past are with Me. Leave them there and go in peace."

After a week I returned to Norman, glad to be with my husband and children, but just in time to wrap up the summer, pack all our belongings, and head back to Mexico. When we got to the border I called mom's doctor and told him where we were headed and asked if we should do this or return to California. He said Mom would be OK for awhile and I should to go to Mexico. So we did.

August 22 I wrote, "So much has happened. We're back in Mexico after a good trip and a good visit with Dudley and Mona Henderson on the way from Norman to Mexico. They showed us the slides of Kissan's baptism--what a joy! My mom continues with more chemotherapy and is very weak." On August 26th I got a letter saying she was home from the hospital, and so we rejoiced, and settled into our small one bedroom efficiency place.

September 10 I wrote: "Friday night Nancy called and said mom was back in the hospital with a perforated colon and congestive heart failure. she called again today at 4 a.m. and said Mom just went Home with the Lord, in her sleep. She is not here, she is Risen with Him. Her pain is gone and I saw in my heart's mind her welcome into heaven, with trumpets and she was given royal robes and she was well and happy, with Him to receive her with 'Well done, good and faithful servant.' My heart is glad for her, I just wish I could have been there."



"We went to the airport this morning, and because our student papers are in transit, they won't let me out of the country. So we'll try again tomorrow to get a flight to San Diego to be with Nancy. How thankful I am for the week Mom and I had together. And I heard the Lord say, "She is with ME. Look up and be glad. She is healed and whole and triumphant. She isn't sorry now, not one iota. Let me give you joy for sorrow and a light heart of peace for the spirit of heaviness."



So I finally made it out of the country, just in time to arrive for mom's memorial service and time with the family. This was the end of one era of my life. How thankful I am for my mother, a wise woman, a Dorcas, and her input of love into my life. She was loving and caring and God's gift to me and many others. Thank you, Lord, for the gift you gave me in my mother. And one day I will again thank her in person, with great joy.

Saturday, January 23, 2016

Summer Joy: Finding Home

After finishing our first year in Mexico, we took off to visit family and friends in California and then drove drove up the coast to visit family and friends in Oregon and Washington State. We even managed a stop at Yellowstone to see Old Faithful and other geysers before heading down to Norman, Oklahoma. I still marvel that we traveled so much, so far with two small kids.
 



That summer I got to teach phonetics and Bill got to teach grammar (below) to first year linguistic students attending SIL at the University of Oklahoma. We loved it and the kids seemed more happy and settled here.


We also got to spend time with Bill's parents and had quite a few visits from friends like Wimers, below.




We had many visits that summer with friends from Nepal. We got to be with Gordons, Hargraves, Mathiesens, Holzhausens. We visited Dallas SIL one weekend to see some of these dear ones, but some came to Norman too! What joyful reunions were had. What wonderful news was shared. Many Nepali people from different tribal groups were receiving God’s Word with joy. Lives were being transformed. Scripture was being read and relied on. God was answering prayer.

But the most encouraging thing about the summer was being with the Norman fellowship of believers that Dow pastored. They took such good care of us, having us to meals, and made us feel welcome. We spent a lot of time with Dow and Lois and learned what it means to walk in committed friendship and covenant with other believers.




As a group, they loved to party and get together. It turned out that 1978 was Dow's jubilee year, so a big party was had. 



 

I wrote, "The love that flows here is overwhelming and there is a new certainty in my heart that this is home -- where we are truly loved and accepted. I believe one day we will settle here in Norman, but the Lord will have to work out prior commitments, in Mexico and Nepal." Yet the Lord said He wanted me "to make every house--however humble--a refuge and place of blessing." Our for settling is not in the near future and next year would definitely be spent in Mexico.

Then came the letter from my mom saying they found tumors in her colon and she would be having surgery immediately. A new chapter of life was soon to unfold before me, a chapter I didn't see coming.


I wrote this while in Mexico, finding His grace out on the limb, with Him.

Limb
     To go out on a limb
            With Him
     Not a whim
     Not a wish.
But the certainty
     Of His will
This is the life of Jesus.

Tuesday, January 19, 2016

A Life With Many Options

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What do you do when your life has many options, especially if you're a nomad? How do you decide? As always, we prayed and fasted, trusting the Lord of our Journey. We thought we'd stay in Nepal our whole lives. Now we wondered about Mexico. We kept hearing great things from Nepal. Kissan, his mom, dad and many others were now following Jesus and making a public statement by being baptized. Nepal at that time was officially Hindu and it was illegal to convert or to help someone convert. Beatings, prison time and disinheritance were not unknown. But many were making that choice in our village and in dozens of villages around the country.

This was good news, but things were again uncertain for us. Seems like a theme song followed by, "Father knows." As we thought and prayed long about doing another Bible translation and taking another village assignment with a different language group, we were hesitant. Orizaba Aztec was foremost in our minds, yet we just weren't sure.

With the decision unclear, we finished the rest of that year, completing our Spanish studies. Bill continued work on the Devnagri project (typesetting for Nepal translation), and I was asked to teach some of the kids in the school base there at the center in Tlalpan, a district on the south edge of Mexico city. And six months after our arrival in Mexico we were finally given a small two bedroom apartment. What luxury!

   

The kids loved it in Mexico and enjoyed being with the kids on the base. Every year the SIL Mexico branch had an annual two day celebration of what the kids could do, from sports to handicrafts to music and writing. A 50 yard dash was always included. Much to everyone's surprise (!), Jenny, the smallest and youngest student, came in first among the the kindergarteners. Jonathan also took first place among his age group.




We also had a wonderful visit from my mom and her husband Lloyd in the spring. Here we are visiting Xochimilco. We also visited a lot of other places so they could "meet" Mexico. 



Here are a couple of photos of us that year too. The card on the left was to give to those who were praying for us. They were a lifeline for sure. And yes, I was Dotty at that time! And look at the sideburns on Bill!


The Bridge with No Railings: Jonathan's Dream

We were not perfect parents. I'm not sure there are any--but we've seen some pretty amazing ones over the years. For us, we struggled being consistent and loving at the same time as providing needed discipline. Why is consistent, loving discipline so hard? We had two amazing kids, with one who especially challenged us by always trying to do things his own way. One night the Lord gave Jonathan a dream. Here's how my journal recorded it, and how he can still picture it, with a picture by Ethan.

"He dreamed he was driving a car and came to a small bridge and drove over it. Then he came to a big bridge between 2 high cliffs with a river flowing underneath. The bridge had no rails and was narrow. At one point he meant to turn the wheels to the right, but goofed and turned to the left and went over the edge."

Jonathan woke up in the middle of the night crying and upset. We got up, heard his dream and comforted him and prayed with him. We knew right away what the dream meant. We told him that the railings were for our protection and that they were like discipline to help us not go the wrong way. The dream was for us, that we hadn't been providing the railings and discipline he needed to help him be a secure and content boy.

"Then the next day I asked his forgiveness for not being a railing for him when he needed it. He so needs us to put the boundaries on his road to life and can't manage himself. Help us, Lord, to help him and to be the authority of LOVE he needs."

So we continued learning on all fronts: how to parent, how to be married, and how to speak Spanish more fluently (we continued the courses downtown in January), and for me how to release the pain of Nepal to my Father in an ongoing process. Most of the Nepal teams we were with were returning, yet Bill knew that we were not to do this. So how do I let go? I am such a slow learner. But we wanted to learn and wanted our kids to grow to be loving, respectful individuals who loved our Father more than anyone or anything else.


We also did a lot of fun things as you can see in some of these pics. At the SIL base there was space to slide and to ride bicycles-thus the Tuggy-Leal parade.



Plus Jenny was given a parakeet named Feliz (happy in English) that made her very happy. Now we finally had a real pet. :)
We also made a fun trip to Patzquaro with Wardles and Bulls, a fascinating place filled with copper treasures and a beautiful lake. We are grateful for the good friends and good times God was adding to our lives and journey.








Sunday, January 10, 2016

The Loneliest Place on Earth


So where IS the loneliest place on earth? It's wherever you are and you don't know if you're supposed to be there--or whoever you're with and don't know if you are supposed to be with them. You want to be some place else, doing something else, being with someone else. Any place else. It's the place of unbelief in God's goodness with what He's given you right where you are. Disappointments abound. Fulfillment seems elusive.

So here we were in the place of Father's kind appointment, Mexico City and all I could thing about was Nepal and the people we left behind. In an effort to move on, we spent the first three months getting to know the Wycliffe people there, having them in our home for meals, seeking to find friends, but it seemed like no one wanted us in their home, or lives. We felt invisible. Remember, Bill grew up among the Wycliffe folks in Mexico so he knew most everyone. It was puzzling and distressing. We were LONELY.

Then Dow and Lois Robinson came down to continue their work with the Aztecs. During this time together we recognized the call to walk together in life. We then and there chose to let them speak into our lives and help us walk through our loneliest place on earth. It was after this decision that suddenly things changed and the Wycliffe people around us began to relate to us. God's "no" to relationships when we first arrived later became deeper, life-long ones. And Lois helped me in my unbelief--the bottom line--not really believing the Lord had brought us to Mexico, letting my heart still long for Nepal. I was trying to absorb moisture from the leaves instead of nourishment from the Root.

In the next few months, even though we each experienced more illness, especially the kids, we began to make some other life-long friends. We also began our intensive study of advanced Spanish in downtown Mexico City, and we began to make plans for another tribal allocation. We hoped to begin work among another Aztec dialect, the Orizaba dialect.

While pondering a future tribal assignment, the director asked Bill to continue working on the computer project for Nepal. developing the software necessary to handle the Devnagri writing system used in Nepal so that translations in Nepal could be typeset. The writing example to the right, pronounced "topi," is the Nepali word for "hat" or "cap." So in a very real way, we continued as part of the Nepal team, without being there.


Bill also turned 30 that October and Jenny turned 7 in November. How young we were. How much we'd already experienced. Yet it was during this time I began to see the Lord speak to Bill. I wrote in my journal: "It's like being in on a very special creation--like Narnia. I'm full of awe watching authority develop in him as he finds real friendship with Dow, and God begins to change him and work in our family."

We ended 1977 sharing Christmas with several other families at the SIL center in Mexico City. My journal says, "Lovely Christmas, delicious turkey and kids were so pleased and excited. Jenny couldn't sleep Christmas eve and just kept smiling and giggling." Oh, that we could all have the heart of such a 5 year old!


Here are some pictures of who and what we missed: Dearly loved Kunti with the kids; Jonathan and village friend Birendra; our kids playing with village kids (helping sort oil nuts!); riding bikes through the tori tel (mustard) fields (Himalayas in the background), Jenny's front porch swing.






Written in September, 1977, while living in the loneliest place on earth:

O, Water of Life, How dry I am.
       Limp.... lifeless....colorless....deformed.
Soon
       I will die....unless You,
       O Water of Life,
       Pour forth, from your abundance
       Precious liquid that revives and heals.
Pour forth, Lord,
       And make this body of dust to be
              true moldable clay:
       The type of consistency that
              Moves with the Potter's wheel
              And forms an Image pleasing to the Image of its Creator.
Altogether Lovely
        A perfect example of a useful life.
        Complete in every detail, as a well-cut diamond:
Reflecting-pouring forth the colors of all God's Goodness.