Saturday, February 26, 2011

Lordag-Saturday

Spent the day with family! Sam's mom and dad, sister and hub and babies!!!

Samuel & Aron - Andreas & Ida

Andreas and Rebekha!

...she was singing :) ...

Aron with Ingabritt and Ove!

I couldn't even find him in there!
I was trying to teach him some English today - "cool"... he said "coca coooola!" Maybe next time :)

Thursday, February 24, 2011

My day...

It began early. Rather typically actually. Samuel fixed the coffee and then we sat with our Bibles, praying and drinking with the sunshine flooding though our windows. Love mornings like that! I'm reading The Fisherman by Larry Huntsperger right now. It's a great book from my Daddy's old library about the way Peter experienced those few years he spent with Jesus. It's amazing. So far, my favorite line read like this, "I sometimes think the greatest gift the Master ever gave me was his permission to be myself. It was a gift he gave me most of all through all the things I never heard him say.... Amazingly, he seemed well content to have me forever blundering along at his side, knowing the only thing that would transform my life was the discovery that even my worst failures would never separate me from my Master's love."


Then........ Sam got a call. A unexpected job actually. Just for today and tomorrow at a Volvo factory. Needless to say, his work clothes were dropped off and he was out the door...


In the meantime I got a call from my daddy and mama in Hawaii! They're doing me some favors, calling embassies all across the states, trying to figure out what my best plan of action is in obtaining my "permission to stay" in Sweden. Looks like The Big Island is in my near future after all. I can almost feel that sea-spray. Almost. Well mostly, I just imagine it. It's hard to feel any kind of summer warmth when I'm living in this frigid cold! Oh my, it's cold.

So after a few moments in a quiet apartment, I decided to set out on the town. I bundled up and headed toward the ocean where a special BOKIA REA (book sale) was taking place. I was a little disappointed with their selection, mostly because there was not one English book in the building (except for the English-Swedish dictionaries), but I did find one sweet treasure!

A really wonderfully great Indian cook book - in Swedish! Two cultures and languages I long and dream of understanding more deeply! What a great new project! Can't wait to master it all! The Indian chai was just my little treat for inspiration :)

You should know, life in Varberg takes place on foot. I love this idea mostly, except for when we have to grocery shop and when my digital thermometer in the kitchen is reading -8 degrees celsius outside (plus wind chill), I just don't want to leave! My African bones are screaming for sunshine and desert sand and my American blood is longing for my old car. I suppose this new adventure is just going to have to give me a little grace. I'm European now. I was out for two hours this morning in the city center and my new tactic is simply to pretend like I'm really interested in all the little shops I kept going in and out of for warmth.

Monday, February 21, 2011

"Off the field"

This is how our home has been looking the last days... painting, relighting, unpacking and buildiiiiing. Sam and I went to Ikea last week, what a world in there. We got a little bit of everything. Then... we put it all together....

This was at 12:30am, right before we decided to stop keeping our neighbors up with the sounds of our carpentry shop.

My new Indiska curtains... (don't let the sunshine deceive you, it's freezing out there!)


It's a unique feeling, you know... coming "off the field" to the Western world. I have more culture shock here than I've ever gotten in China or Africa or all of the other places I've been. It takes more effort to live in America or in my case now, Sweden. Yes, these places are more convenient, more modern, more practical in many ways, but it's also much harder. Maybe it's just the way I've been made. Maybe it's because I'm not called to live like a western girl. Oh leaving my Ethiopia is like experiencing withdrawal from a powerful addiction. I was addicted to the African way of life.

I've been asked more times than I can count...
"But Gab, wasn't it hard to wash all your clothes by hand and be without electricity and water and learn the languages and adopt a new culture and preach to Muslims and live without contact with your family in a dessert land?" Are you kidding me?? Of course it was very challenging sometimes. But what's a life without all those things? That IS living! My life IS the faces of nations. I live just to hold newborn street babies. I live to sit in the dirt at the market and help some old ladies sell their bananas and spices. I live to open my door to the faces of my disciples coming in for a visit and time of teaching and prayer. I live when I'm laying my hands on cripples and blind eyes and diseases, believing in the power of God to produce a miracle! I just don't really come alive when I'm living the "American dream".

Fika with my hub last night.. atleast I know I'll always have that!

I think I'm the most shocked when I enter a supermarket. It's wild! There are sections for everything and no funny smells and animals running around. Products come in plastic or cardboard wrapping and there is such a crazy, enormous variety of stuff. Stuff. The West has a lot of stuff. You'd be surprised how much you don't have to live with. I'm also shocked when it comes to appliances. I've had some funny moments these last days. I used an electric mixer for the first time in years the other day and may I just say, there was chocolate all over the room and then I electrocuted myself. A few minutes ago our neighbor told Samuel the basement flooded.... yea, I'm the one doing laundry down there this very moment. (But we didn't mention that :) ).


I suppose the adventures of a missionary life never end, although, sometimes the surrounding change a bit. Every land is full of sinners, desperate, lost, hurting and sick people who need the love from and truth about their creator and God. That's what we think about every day. That's the focus wherever we are in the universe.

Anyway, it's fun to have a small landing here in Sweden before our next adventure among the unreached people groups of the world begins. Oh my heart is fluttering for them.

Not quite sure what the next weeks will look like at this point. Sam will be preaching and beginning to job hunt and I'm trying to understand immigration rules. Oj. I'm only here as a tourist and eventually my time will run out. Yes, even though I'm married to a Swede. Looks like I may get to Hawaii sooner than planned. There's a Swedish consulate in Honolulu and that's just a 40 minute plane ride from mom and dad. They say applying and waiting for "permission to stay" in Sweden shouldn't take more than 6 months (although we're pushing for just 1-2 months), and it must be done in my home country. Papa God will take care of it though. Who knows, maybe there's another way around it all! It feels good to fix all of these practical things before our future unfolds even more.

For the time being, visitors would be widely appreciated!


Thursday, February 17, 2011

Sneak Peak

Our new kitchen...

Table and chairs from second hand... and glass candle holders from Istanbul!

Second hand... great find!

INDISKA! Coffee mugs made with India in mind...

Samuel's celebration breakfast... basically just cream...

Some favorites! Swedish, Ethiopian and curries of all sorts!

The rest of the house is still looking a bit bare... except for our 3 suitcases and a fabulous couch we got yesterday. More photos to come...

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Istanbul, Gothenburg and Varberg!

Our days in Addis Ababa (the capital of Ethiopia) were wonderful... too wonderful that I didn't even have the chance to carry my camera around for a few photos! We found some great ethnic restaurants, suntanned at the renowned Sheraton hotel, discovered tiny villages on a mountain, and visited with great new friends!

Then it was off to Istanbul. Wow. What a special and breathtaking culture. So historic, so rich, so alluring. Being in South Europe is an experience like none other. The city was literally blanketed with mosques. I counted over 20 just from our hotel window! Samuel and I were walking through the old city on our first afternoon in Turkey when all of the mosques began their bellowing calls to prayer simultaneously. Such an experience. Such a cry from my heart.

This building was a mosque, then a church, then a mosque and now a museum...


Last Friday morning we loaded up all our 100kilos of baggage (yet again) and jumped on the flight that would take us to our new home in Varberg... via Gothenburg... on the west coast of Sweden. It is really a beautiful city. The center is full of quant shops and cobblestone streets that run right down to the ocean with all of it's nude, and not so nude beaches. We found out the day before leaving Ethiopia that we got an apartment too! It's a 5 minute walk from Sam's mom and dad and close to the ocean as well.

Here's a few photos from the last days...

Valentine's Day roses from me Valentine...

My nephew Aron and new niece Ida!! They're living one hour away in Gothenburg!

The sweet baby! Ida Ester Inga-Louise Magnusson!!

Me and Sam's mama in -5 degree celsius weather! I'm really missing Africa now.

The first time I've seen snow in a long time!

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Twas the Season

Well friends, tis a glorious week in Ethiopia. Blogspot is working! I'm so overwhelmed with it all that I'm not quite sure what to write about. I suppose there's no harm in reencountering the last month of life on the Horn. Would you join me on the ride??

O Christmas.. my THIRD Christmas in Ethiopia! No snow, no fireplaces, no eggnog, sledding or hams... but we did surely have a tree, lights, gifts, Grinch and Elf marathon nights and cookies!

Sarah and I started a new tradition... African-themed hippo and elephant gingerbread cookies!

Sam and I got an amazing package from Hilo, Hawaii!! Mom and Dad! Well.. no.. they weren't in the package, but cute beachy dresses, flavored coffee and Converse were!

Me and the tree!

Our Ethiopian family!!!

My stocking surprise on Christmas Eve! "God Jul" = Merry Christmas in Swedish!
(Okay you must know....
Swedish Christmas = Dec 24,
American Christmas = Dec 25,
Ethiopian Christmas = January 6)

The absolute love of my life. Going to pack him up in a suitcase and bring him with me everywhere for the rest of my life!

Cutest thing you ever did see?

Then it was time for New Years. I must confess, we have quite a hard time staying up past 9:30 around here. But after a few pots of coffee, constellation gazing from our balcony and attacking our guard with oranges (don't ask)... 2011 rolled in over the mountains to the East. Happy 2011! Our New Years day was spent outreaching in a village. Bringing souls into the Kingdom of God is truly the best way to usher in a New Year!

Samuel and Ashagre... New Years dance in the village...

Upon more village adventures, we've discovered that boys are much better jumpers than girls...

...enough said...

This last week has been rough for the people of my city. The busiest area of Harar... full of markets with everything from second-hand clothing, chickens, tea sets and avocados... was burned down. Thousands of people have been displaced and lost their livelihood for years to come. Thankfully though, the fire which was started in the middle of the night, burned out directly before it touched our Harar Church of Joy! Since then, riots, fighting and even gun shots have broken out in this area.. please continue to pray for Harar with us!


That's all folks... have a blessed Wednesday wherever you are in the world!





Sunday, January 16, 2011

Land that I Love

A fire has begun illuminating the horizons of the Horn of Africa, blanketing the deserts, sweeping over mountains, setting villages, cities and people groups aflame. It’s fierce and untamable, it’s changing the course of history. I’m speaking of a pioneer fire. A fire fueled upon souls.

Mission SOS carries an incredible evangelistic vision around the world. That is to plant a mother church among the unreached people groups of the earth, pioneer a native Bible school, plant daughter churches and pass the baton to local leaders.

One week ago at our mission base in Ethiopia, we celebrated reaching the curve in the race where we pass the baton to our local leaders. After 5 intense years of outreaches, festivals, church plants, pioneering a native Bible school and of course seeing our own skin become a bit more black and our speech thick with the African accent, Samuel and I handed over our lead pastors role to our dear friend and brother Ashagre and the position of Assistant pastors to Mohammed and his wife Sinabwa. What a joyous day in heaven! These three radical evangelists shake the foundations of the earth when they walk. They live and breathe evangelism and church plants among the lost on the Horn of Africa. They dream especially of reaching Somalia with future daughter churches and local missionaries. They are my heroes. Here inside the fourth holiest Islamic city of the world, dozens are finding Jesus each week. Some come and stand at our alter in shredded rags with no shoes, no hope, no life, and then walk away with eyes full of tears and the sweet love of God. It’s the greatest thing I know.

Let me share with you the vision of Harar Church of Joy so you may continue to pray...
Among the People. For all people.
To Liberate, transform and equip a generation with the Gospel of Jesus Christ... in Ethiopia, on the Horn of Africa, and to the ends of the earth.
For the sake of the unreached.

Pray that this vision from God will be fulfilled. Pray for favor upon the pastors. Pray that God will provide finances, land and a good church building within the next year so they may continue to grow and graduate many more missionary students. Pray that the religious, the Muslims and the animist tribes will meet the one and only God and creator of the universe.

As for Samuel and I, we have found ourselves standing before the last line in Harar Church of Joy’s vision... and to the ends of the earth. In two weeks, we will be leaving our beloved Harar for Sweden. That will be home for a few months of practical planning before heading out to new unreached and untouched areas of the world.

And thus I aspired to preach the gospel, not where Christ was already named,
so that I would not build on another man’s foundation; but as it is written,
“They who had no news of His shall see, and they who have not heard shall understand.”
Romans 15:2

With the blessing of our spiritual papa Johannes Amritzer, we will step out from under the banner of Mission SOS. Many lands will be discovered in our future, many souls saved, demons cast out and diseased healed. Our spirits have heard the cries of people living without Jesus, our dreams are filled with their faces.

So friends, I shall not be writing from Ethiopia much longer. Here's a few photos from the land and the people I love so...



Friday, October 1, 2010

Date night

Joelle picked me up with flowers and Lauren on Tuesday night... they always make for a perfect date!


After cards, sandwiches and salad at Panera, we got some pumpkin and chai lattes... then we jumped in the car for more surprises... and more cards...

An evening at the spa!!! 2 full body massages!!! I've never been to the spa...


... and this was after the massage... We literally had a hard time walking. It was incredibly perfect!


They even gave me a complimentary makeup artist.. very berry.


Then we got another surprise... Allie!!


She helped us make jewelry...


... and Joelle make pumpkin bread... wow!


What an incredible night! I love my friends. They're amazing women of God...
Thanks Joelle for spoiling me beyond anything I've dreamed! Love to share life with you!