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Our Mission to the Himalayas and Beyond

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February 2017

The Not So Normal Childhood Experience…

kidsSchool trips, these were always a highlight. I can remember taking the train in fourth grade to our state capital. In grade 6 we went to St Louis to the Arch. My senior year, rather than go with my class, my parents took me and one of my best friends on a cruise. Wonderful, memorable adventures!

Often I feel like a failure as a parent, because my kids are not experiencing these “normal” things. I think about the great youth group I was apart of my high school years, that kept me sane. I think about staying up late talking on the phone with friends and jumping in the car to go for a movie or ice cream.

Then I think about raising my kids far from these normal experiences of life. Oh, we can go for ice cream, even see a movie, but it isn’t quite the same.

But then today I was reminded that though my kids miss out on what I consider “normal.” They have other adventures all the same. This morning my youngest son left with his class to go on their school trip. They were going to Chitlan, a place they would drive about 2 hours to, and then hike another 5 hours to reach. A village at the top of the mountain. Where they’d see many historical sites of Nepal. His two best friends were adjoining him and he was so excited he could barely sleep.

Last year, my oldest son went to Lumbini aka the birthplace of Buddha. And made memories that will last a life time. My daughter has friends here from American, Australia and Nepal. And they’ve had the adventures of living in two foreign countries, riding elephants, and seeing the sunrise over the Himalayas.

There childhoods will certainly be different from mine.Their experiences vastly more complex. Yet, they will enjoy experiences most kids never have the opportunity for.

I can’t give them “my” experiences, and though I do wish they could experience these things. God sees them and knows them. He loves them and cares for them. And I believe He can and will use the exotic adventures they have had for His glory and honor. Shaping their lives for the plans and purposes He alone has for them.

 

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When you long for Home..

homeWhere do you live? This is a question I get asked a lot, and it is also a question I’m never quite sure how to answer. Do I tell them where I live “here” or where I’m from “there?” It can get complicated even telling where we are from, because technically I’m from Mississippi and my husband is from Indiana. Yet, the last place we lived in the USA was Tennessee. You get the point, where are you from is a complicated question.

Since my husband and I married we have lived in 6 different homes, 3 different States and 2 different countries. All in the mater of 15 years. And bless their hearts, the same is true for our children, although the youngest certainly doesn’t remember all of these “homes.”

On the hard days here I will often find myself telling my husband I just want to go home. Which leads me to feel even worse because then I wonder well where is home? In all essence of the word… we are actually quite homeless. The last place we lived before coming here was my parents home. In a matter of months we will go on furlough and will once again live at my parents home and my husband’s family home. All before returning to our home here.

And though I know that this earth is not my home. I realize my true home is in heaven, and that we are just passing through. There is a huge part of me that longs for “home.” here.

Thankfully since moving here, we have remained in the same house and it has become home. My kids handprints are on the walls (to my dismay 🙂 ), the dog has dug holes in the yard, and the house has become ours.

Just the other day the house owner who lives in England was in town. He asked to come by to get some things he had left behind. I told him of course he could come, it was his home. And he smiled and said, no it is yours. He was of course being very kind, and I appreciated his words. Yet, I know that in reality, that house isn’t really ours.

When we were living in my parent’s basement before moving here, I couldn’t wait to have a place of my own once more. A place to hang curtains in the windows and decorate to my liking. The house we moved into was furnished, which meant I didn’t have a lot of say other than adding my own little touches here, but we have made it our own.

We painted my daughter’s room pink and the boys have decorated their rooms to their liking. It’s their space, their room. Since being here, we have thought a couple of times of moving houses, but every time I think of doing so shake my head no. Not because I love our house so much, but because it has become our place and starting over again doesn’t thrill me at all.

But what am I to do when I just want to go home? What are you to do? I think we have to daily remind ourselves of that heavenly home. I read a quote recently about the word missionary.. it said what is a missionary. It is a person who leaves their family for a short time, so that others may be with their families for eternity.

I have to remind myself why I’m here. And remember my call. Knowing that my heavenly home will well be worth it all.

So when I’m longing for home or for the familiar. I have to do things that are familiar like baking chocolate chip cookies, and watching hallmark movies via YouTube. Paying high prices for the taste of home. Drinking coffee at the coffee shop or even having a getaway to a nice hotel. Whatever it takes.

How about you? What do you do when you long for home? How do you cope with this? What do you do to make your home away from home your own? How do you help your kids grasp these things? Would love to hear from you!

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