Ok. It is time for a dose of honesty.
But before that honest, I must explain culture shock. You see, most
people think culture shock is simply the feeling you get when you
first arrive to a developing country (third world). You go numb as
you watch people live in complete poverty, and your heart is broken.
However, that is only part. It is actually the smallest fraction of
the large scale culture shock. There are actually five stages. First,
the honeymoon stage. You are wrapped up in the new culture, and in
love with all the new... good stage. I enjoyed it. Second,
disenchantment. All the things that you once found amusing drive you
absolutely crazy! Things do not work like you KNOW they should
because that is how you always did them. People don't think like you
and you are just frustrated. Third, fatigue. You are simply
exhausted! Fourth,.... well for some reason, I cannot think of the
fourth (Sorry Mr. Harrod if you ever read this... I promise I paid
attention in all your classes!), but I feel like it is suppose to be
depression. Self explanatory. And finally, acceptance. You become
accepting of the culture, and understanding of the ways. Now that the
lesson is over, let me get back to that honesty I was talking about.
I realized the other day, I have found myself full throttle in stage
two!
I realized just the other day. You see,
I have tried setting up Skype dates for the kids and people in the
US. Ever time I do, something goes haywire and my internet will not
work. I got so frustrated the last time because I felt completely cut
off to the world. I could not even let the family why we bailed on
our date. I only have access to communication with these people
through Facebook... which requires internet. I am from a country
where communication is key, and accessible no matter what. I felt
helpless, and I hated it! I tried to get my mind off of the internet
issue by getting some work done. I went to print something out simply
to discover we had no power. No internet. No power. Gosh! How do
these people expect me to get anything done?! (All so silly, I know)
I knew I just needed to go find some
time to myself. I took a walk into town, where I went and got a
coffee (Not Dutch Bros, but the closes I will get!). By the time I
was ready to head back, it was late enough I knew I needed a boda
(form of taxi... it is a small motorcycle!). It was barely drizzling
outside, but the second we headed down the road, the rain fell....
HARD! Huge drops came crashing down all around us. I had so much
water streaming down my face, I could not keep my eyes open. I do not
know how the boda man drove! Now, with my attitude so fowl before,
you would think this would only make things worse. No. I loved it!
God used that time in the rain to teach me a lesson. Yes, my attitude
was unacceptable, but that did not make God love me less. He wants to
wash that frustration away. He wants me to be full of love and
compassion so I can do His work. He was washing me knew. He knows I
am struggling with understanding, but He is always by my side as I
take on a new culture.... isn't He beautiful?! When I made it to the
compound, I could hear the boys “swimming” in the rain. They all
put on swim gear and play in the mud, and rain as it soaks them to
the core. Already being so wet, I joined them! We danced. We ran. We
had an amazing time. At one point, rain came in all directions, as it
rushed down from the sky and soaked us to the core. I do not think I
ever felt more close to God as I did in that moment.
Ivan... usually he makes goofy faces with me....
Vestor is showing off his wet belly!
Ivan is tackling Api Peter to the ground as they dance in to downpour off the roof
Eddie... full smiles!
When I returned inside, I noted that
the power was still out. Feeling a brief moment of reoccurring
frustration, I prayed. I knew that electricity was not a high
priority in life. You can live without it, but we have gone to
believe we cannot live without it. I prayed for ten minutes straight
for the stupid electricity! ELECTRICITY?! Seriously?! Death and
brokenness surround me, and I pray for electricity. God does tell us
to pray about everything, though. I guess sometimes the small prayers
are of equal importance. However, He did not answer right away. He
waited until I gave up on it. He waited for the moment I though,
“What was I thinking? It is not that big of a deal. Gosh, we can
get by without it. Sure, it would be more convenient, but God is so
much bigger than that. He is all we need.” Just like that, the
electricity came back on! In a blink of an eye! God loves to see
where He ranks in our lives. He wants to see His name at the top of
our priority list, because we are at the top of His. God is good,
amen?
Beautiful post Mary! God used storms there to minister to my soul many times. How great Thou art!
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