Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Photo

I have the deepest aching in my gut today. It's my burden for the lost. Especially those in the unreached areas of the world. I can hardly imagine how I'm supposed to wait another month before I'm on my way to India! If you've stumbled upon my blog sometime in the past you know I'm weak for photos... I have a billion from Asia and Africa and my Indian album is ringing with anticipation... I use photos to try to inspire and recruit more labors to the mission field. I'm a firm believer that as much as a preaching or a prophetic word or a news-clip can alter a future... a powerful photo can also reach into the heart of a person enough to change the direction of their lives. Maybe God's asking you to live for the sake of the people below??  Here are a few thousand-word shots from around the web... they seek truth... they seek love... will you give it?



Saturday, September 24, 2011

Foamy latte


I just created the best foam.. for my latte. Ever have a moment like that? Where something just happened perfectly? Now I'm enjoying it in my comfy Ikea chair.. nestled in a bright sunbeam that's flooding through the window in the front of the apartment. And may I also say that the windows are actually opened?! Thank you late Scandinavian September for giving me this last glimpse of summertime...
Happy Saturday afternoon friends, wherever you may be :)


Friday, September 23, 2011

Photo Friday

I have Tanzania on my mind today. Took these photos there last May...


Wednesday, September 21, 2011

People

This morning I'm thinking about people. No one in particular, just people. Different kinds, different styles, different cultures, different statures, different beliefs. It's incredible. I had a moment at a swimming pool last year in Ethiopia... I was sitting on one side just watching and on the other side, several guys were standing in a line getting ready to dive... there were a few Chinese, a Swedish guy(Samuel), Somali men, and a guy from Sudan. I was shocked at the physical differences between each one! Of course it's obvious that some cultures are a little taller, a little darker, and little more slanty-eyed... but how many times in your life do you get to watch the peculiar line-up that I had before me that day?? It was beautiful. And strange.

I'm going to a school for immigrants now and in my class we have people representing around 20 different cultures. Wow! Iraqi, Pakistani, Thai, Albanian, Polish, Iranian, Japanese, American(me!), Kenyan, Argentinean, Turkish, Bulgarian, Scandinavian... gah... what an incredible place I get to go to each day! We are all drastically different. The majority religion is Islam and then a few Buddhists. We are all slumped into one category here - immigrants - but that's just about the only thing that we have in common. Yesterday the Argentinean girl sneezed and we went around the room saying each language/culture form of the American "God bless you!" Yes I'm stating the obvious here.... but can you picture how drastically different that one phrase was from one person to the next?? A simple and silly thing like a sneeze made me step back for a moment and see the world in all of it's colorful masses of people. Don't even get me started on the food that comes out during our break! I don't even bring anything for myself because everyone else is offering me a buffet of different menus.... sticky rice, spicy crunchy things, prunes covered in some kind of doughy ball... where's the pudding snacks and pretzel sticks??? Oh I love these cultures!

So how in the world do you reach them???? How do you tell people about God? About Jesus? Life? The cross and salvation? What's the universal key to open up hearts and share the truth?

Fervent prayer covered over with the act of compassion. I think it was around 3 years ago when a guy named Sam Johnson (from Priority One Missions) came to speak at my church... I'll never forget his message. It stuck to me in such a simple way. Compassion is the heart of God, where it makes contact with human need. Compassion is practical, compassion is universal, compassion is costly and compassion does something. He used the story of the man in the Bible who was beat up and robbed and left laying in a ditch. The religious passed him by, the wealthy passed him by.... then compassion stopped to bandage the wounds and feed the tummy. It sounds so simple. So obvious. When was the last time you did it though? When did you stop and show a little compassion? It's practical, universal and costly. But it is indeed the key to people.



The Gospel of Jesus Christ is the only thing that can change a people or a nation. It's the only thing that lasts. In terms of foreign fields, bowls of rice or pills with medication with only effect a person for a certain period of time - but Jesus is everlasting. The Gospel must be preached. However, compassion in many cases is the key to opening up the door to the Gospel. In the West compassion may take on a new face. Maybe it's words of life (those are hard to come by for most), maybe it's a latte just because, maybe it's this or that or the other thing... you must find out for yourself. It will be costly though. It will cost you a reputation, time, even your life. I'm no professor in the field of compassion and evangelism but I have given my life to it. It's the thing I chase after.

The world offers just about everything except compassion. In the world you will find pleasure, success, achievements, conditional love, neglect, selfishness... compassion is rare. It has the power to stop a person in their tracks and strip them to the core. Compassion = action. It's a verb, not a noun. Compassion speaks English, Spanish, Hindi, Afrikaans. Compassion is the key to hearts. Hearts that can then be filled with Jesus.


Monday, September 19, 2011

Frederikshavn, Denmark

Samuel and I boarded this huge Curious George ship headed from Gothenburg, Sweden to Frederikshavn, Denmark on Saturday morning. It was a celebration of 2 years of marriage :)


Frederikshavn was beautiful but Saturdays and Sundays in Scandinavia are not good times to head out on the town! Everything closed shortly after our boat cruised up, and we didn't have anything to do! Literally. The streets were barren and wet and super quiet. But we went out exploring anyway... and I longingly window-shopped at it's truest form...
Ukulele's for sale! In Denmark!? Mine is currently broken, so I longed to stop in and have a look, but I will soon get another one from Hawaii... the birthplace of the Ukulele :)

Samuel and I were craving Mexican. It's a rare-find in these parts but we asked around and heard that there was one nearby.... well we just couldn't find it, or maybe we were too hungry to endure the hunt... and settled on Thai instead. Several hours later we stumbled upon this Los Hombros but weren't hungry enough to eat again! We decided to share a nacho appetizer anyway, and did so under a huge Elvis statue :)

As soon as we sat down , we realized that at that exact moment 2 years earlier, we were probably having our first wedded-kiss. So we reminisced on love, life and our adventurous romantic story :)


The hotel offered an elaborate Sunday morning breakfast and was American-themed :)
It's so funny to me that 'America' is such a popular design for house decor and even clothing here in Europe. It just makes me feel at home :)
We thought we should eat a real Danish with coffee while in Denmark... but I settled on a chocolate cupcake instead :)

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Mobile Album

I put my phone through the washer this week. It was a sad day. No, not an iphone... just an oolldd school basic mobile! No apps, no camera and no voicemail. I put it in rice through the night and have tried just about every other thing I can come up with (besides a blow-dryer, I don't have a blow-dryer)... and the screen is still all foggy. So now I'm using Samuel's oolldd phone from Ethiopia. There isn't a camera on it now but there used to be and all of these photos I found in the mobile album today! Brought me back to some of my favorite moments and places and people on earth! I think they were all taken at the beginning of this year....

Samuel driving around Ethiopia with one of our best friends and heroes in life, Mohammed! He drives an oolldd Peugeot from the 70's. Ethiopian-car-fashion means to have lots of flashy lights on your dashboard and roof, big stickers with random sayings stuck all over the outside and toys hanging from the mirror :) Poor Naftali had to hide all of his toys from his dad!

Me and SARAH hanging out with Mohammed's wife, Zenabwa(she was to my left)... talking about life, love, family, God... the good stuff... (and I love Sarah!)

Just walked away from hugging on my most favorite street kids :) In Harar, Ethiopia...

On our way to preach in a village... New Year's day. Can you see all the stuff strapped to that donkey? It's amazing.

Selam, Mohammed and I... on our way to the village. It was so hot. They were in a drama together... Mohammed played Jesus :) One man was saved :)

Samuel and I looked for this restaurant for HOURS... it was hidden in the heart of Addis Ababa(the capital of Ethiopia) with no sign... on a street with no name. But we found it and it was a gem! A middle-eastern place. So romantic. Samuel had lamb and I had salmon :) They even wheeled out a cart of desserts after the meal - never had that done before!

We left Ethiopia for Sweden in February. But first a much-needed 3 day trip to Istanbul! Samuel surprised me with this stop for my birthday :) And I visited my first Ikea! Whaa?? Yes, in Istanbul. Even though I'm married to a Swede. So funny.

My first morning in Sweden... it's waay below zero in this photo! I'm with Samuel and his mama... on our way to grocery shop! Grocery shopping was a huge deal for us after leaving Ethiopia. We could basically have anything we wanted... except for Ethiopian food! And all we wanted was Ethiopian food!

The day we were leaving Ethiopia, we got a phone call that we got an apartment in Sweden! God really provided for us! But all we had to fill it with was our 3 stuffed suitcases... we really started from scratch. Here I am with my cart full after visiting the famous Swedish Gekås. Trash can, lamp shades, clock, toilet cleaner, shower curtain rod, mop...

A cold late-winter stroll through the center of our West coast city called Varberg. Enjoying being able to wear pants here... I wore only skirts in Africa :)

We just got to Sweden and found out that because I'm an American citizen... I need to fly back to my home country to fix immigration papers. We had no idea how long that could take. So Samuel and I had to get quick tickets to mom and dad in Hawaii. Samuel came for 3 1/2 weeks and I ended up staying there for 4 months.
The trip was over 30 hours... this is my tired, hungry, (they don't feed you on domestic USA flights!) I'm almost in Hawaii face :)

Back in Sweden - Samuel and his dad Ove!

Me together with my true love :)

I'm such a picture gal and my heart is so warm tonight, thinking about how good God is... how He carries me through the years. Especially this year. What else can I do but smile? I look back and see His hand of protection, healing, joy and grace upon me and I look forward to an adventure and new door of destiny. But right now... I just sit here. In this moment. God is my God yesterday, TODAY and forever...

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Favorites


Boots - soho NYC
Skirt - Hawaii
T-Shirt - Istanbul
Jacket - Sweden
Bag - Ethiopia

I've realized this week that when I put together my random pieces of clothing and jewelry from here 'n there... I look like some traveling fashionista, but really... it's just a few favorites that I've picked up over the years. My most treasured scarves came from a 2nd hand market in Ethiopia (they cost all of 50cents)which burned down in January, gosh I loved that place and the people I found there. My favooorite boots were given to me from a missionary in Bulgaria and are all full of holes but I'll never ever get rid of those! My dad helped me pick out my winter coat a few years ago when we were traveling in South China... every time I wear it, someone stops to ask where I got it :) I have beautiful gifts of earrings and bracelets from India and the only pair of high heels I own were picked up in Hawaii. It's impossible to have a big wardrobe when you travel as much as Samuel and I do, but that just means that I always get to have my favorites with me :)

Next month we will each have our own backpack for traveling around India for 6 weeks. My plan?? Bring the one "missionary" skirt I saved from Ethiopia, headscarves, my leather converse, a few T's, camera.... I'm all set :)


Samuel and I walked through Varberg's market this morning(before we went our separate ways - me to school and he to work)... the deeper into the year we get, the scarcer the crowds in our city center. There was one lone trumpet serenading the few who did venture out into the gusty wind...