Friday, March 11, 2011

Hawaii Tsunami

Daddy and Mama evacuated to higher ground on the Big Island several hours ago... waiting for the tsunami from the earthquake in Japan to reach their home. I haven't had any phone contact with them yet, but according to CNN, there hasn't been any major damage on any of the Islands. Hallelujah.



Saturday, March 5, 2011

Snowy Beaches

This all happened after just a 10 minute walk from our home... love the sea...


Friday, March 4, 2011

"So why haven't you done it yet?"

I’ve finally found an English magazine! The latest March 2011 ELLE UK was waiting for me on a shelf out here in Sweden. The only English one! I love to practice reading Swedish, but sometimes you just need to sit back and not think so hard about the words when you’re trying to read. The article I found this morning started a fire over my bowl of cereal. The title asked, “So why haven’t you done it yet?” It wasn’t a spiritual article in any way. But the lines were still preaching!



Here were some hot parts....(written by Esther Freud)...


For many of us, our lives are littered with regrets over unfulfilled ambitions. We wish we’d played in a band. Driven across America. Made a million. Sailed the world. For every person that takes action and does whatever it is they want to do, there are many more of us that keep on dreaming - while doing nothing. So what is it that stops us reaching out and seizing hold of our ambitions? Fear usually. And the little voice in our head that says we may not be any good. We may not even like it. It’s easier not to try.


And that, I realized, was the key. The ‘sticking to it’ part. Talent only accounts for a fraction of the process - discipline is what brings things to life.


It’s what people DON’T do that they regret, rarely what they did.


So what is it that sets some people free to follow their most closely held desires, while other baulk at taking the first step? Confidence, inspiration, the faith of others? ..... however hard it feels to step outside your comfort zone, there is always a wonderful satisfaction that comes from doing something you have set your heart on.


It’s not always about succeeding, winning, being the best. Often these things are worth doing just for the pure pleasure of doing them And because you promised yourself you would.


So drive across America it that’s what you really want to do. Learn Italian. Direct a short film. But whatever you choose, and however long you stick at it, remember that the biggest challenge of all is to ignore that doubting voice that tells you that you can’t - and to enjoy the adventure.


I’ve heard it time and time and time and time and time again... “O if I were young again, I’d do the missionary thing like you” or “I know I’m called, so one day... after I get settled down” or “I’m gonna come!” and then nothing ever happens. These kinds of phrases and promises break my heart. First of all people, WE’VE ALL BEEN CALLED! Didn’t Jesus already say “GO into ALL the world! Make disciples in ALL nations, BAPTIZE.. TEACH... I am with you ALWAYS!” (Matthew 28:18-20) So don’t sit and wait for your “calling” my friend. If you’re a believer and lover of Jesus Christ, then you’re qualified... no you’re commanded. This verse is the great commandment!


Understand, I’m not enforcing the idea that everyone move out to a third world country and live in a tent(although you’re more than welcome to join me!). I am saying that all those phrases and good ideas about what you’ll do in the Kingdom are just lame without action. Christianity is a physical thing - otherwise you just become a fat, useless spiritual person with no fruit! I’m not even being radical right now, but Jesus was when He said “If you love your father or mother more than you love me, you are not worthy of being mine; or if you love your son or daughter more than me, you are not worthy of being mine. If you refuse to take up your cross and follow me, you are not worthy of being mine. If you cling to our life, you will lose it; but if you give up your life for me, you will find it.” Matthew 10:37-39


When Jesus said to His disciples, “Follow Me and I will make you fishers of men”... they dropped their nets. They didn’t run home to pack. They didn’t even try to sell their boats and supplies to make some spending money for the road. They followed.


And think about David... Paul... Peter... Timothy... they weren’t seasonal Christians. They didn’t just fight the good fight when they were young - are you kidding me?? They were lifers!


Here’s the fact. This God Adventurer blog is never going to change. It’s not a phase to experience in my 20‘s. When I’m 79 years old, I’ll still be preaching to the unreached with my Samuel. And if you’re in your teens, 20’s, 50’s, 70’s or beyond... what difference does that even make? Do what you’ve dreamed in your heart to do. LIVE. Take an adventure with Holy Spirit. WHY NOT???


If people in the secular fashion world are realizing this, we should too! May I paraphrase her last statement the way I read it please....


So fly across the world if that's what Holy Spirit wants you to do. Learn Arabic, Afrikaans, Chinese AND Swahili. Pray for the sick and hurting. Prepare and preach a festival. Sit in the dirt with the homeless in Africa AND in your own city. Remember that the biggest challenge of all is to ignore that doubting voice - whether your own or the devil's - that tells you that you can't. And enjoy the adventure!


Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Everything India

It's been flooding my world. The culture. The tastes. Smells. Fabrics. Voices. Faces. A few months ago a man from North East India told me, "It's not a country, it's a continent." And that continent has seeped into my world.

My neighbors in Ethiopia... were Indian. I spent a lot of time with them. One family was muslim, the rest hindu... but that really didn't seem to matter when we were all together. Their rich culture joined us. One of the greatest ways to learn a person or a people group is to share food with them. During my first week living in that apartment, I brought peanut butter cookies across the hall.... a lot of dishes were brought to my door the following months and let's just say, they all out-did mine. My Indian friends taught me the secrets of chapati and curry. They taught me that a Saree can be wrapped up to the size of a matchbox and that life is to be lived and the world to discover. My heart is burning to live in and discover their world so as to drop just a piece of my world there as well. Imagine the masses of unreached in India. Imagine when they're reached. What worshippers they will be.

Come there with me for just 2 minutes...

On my last night in Harar, my dear friend Allah gave these stunning treasures to me. Indian jewelry! I've been wearing it all around the house tonight, praying for the people I love. Dreaming. Imagining the bride of Christ that's preparing herself in middle of the map. You know, I think the bride is going to be multi-culturally embellished. Maybe a hand-beaded dress with lots and lots of bangles and an African headscarf. Maybe she'll have silk slippers or strappy sandals, paint on her face or beads in her hair. One thing I'm quite sure of.... she will be spotless and stunning and wildly, messily, irresponsibly in love with her groom. King Jesus.

Look at these earrings! And bracelets!!! And necklace!!!! Prettiest things I own.

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

“People are watching us as we stay at our post, alertly, unswervingly… in hard times, tough times, bad times; when we’re beaten up, jailed and mobbed; working hard, working late, working without eating; with pure heart, clear head, steady hand; in gentleness, holiness and honest love; when we’re telling the truth and when God’s showing His power; when we’re doing our best setting things right; when we’re praised and when we’re blamed; slandered and honored; true to our word, though distrusted; ignored by the world, but recognized by God; terrifically alive, though rumored to be dead; beaten within an inch of our lives but refusing to die; immersed in tears yet always filled with deep joy; living on handouts yet enriching many; having nothing, having it all.”

-2 Corinthians 6:4-10, Message Bible


“Actually, I don’t have a sense of needing anything personally. I’ve learned by now to be quite content whatever my circumstances. I’m just as happy with little as with much, with much as with little. I’ve found the recipe for being happy whether full or hungry, hands full or hands empty. Whatever I have, wherever I am, I can make it through anything.”

-Philippians 4:11-13, Message Bible

Monday, February 28, 2011

This 'n That

We now have elephants and zebras in our living-room/office. If I could get a few camels and baboons in here too, I would. Maybe a little sand on the floor in the corner. A basket of bananas on the table. I miss Ethiopia.

Our apartment is continuing to come together candle-by-candle, mug-by-mug. We got a few paintings the other day... Africa in the big room, flowers in the kitchen and NYC in the bedroom. Yes, we surely are a blend of cultures in the Strandberg family! Loving our big blue couch from "Second Chance" and the smell of paint is starting to go away finally(I've repainted a dresser and bookshelf!) In a few weeks we'll get a real bed too :)

My new chandelier

Our new carpet from Ikea and the chair in the background that was given to us from Sam's sis... I recovered it to match!

Had fun searching for little baby things today to send to America. I'm going to be Aunt Gabby again soon. Oj talk about indecisiveness... I thought I was just a terribly slow shopper and then I landed in the infant section. Poor Samuel.



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!