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Home??? Where is that?

When we lived in America on the way town, my boys would count basket ball hoops... now they count roadside shrines. When we lived in America, my children never rode on trains... now they are quite familiar with all kinds of public transportation, trains, trams, buses, and metro... When we lived in America, my children wouldn't have thought twice about the cashiers at Walmart... now they whisper in amazement, Mom, that lady speaks English!!!...

My children talk about rondos, markets, street vendors, tutors, bigos, pierogis, gates and fences, drunks, Warsaw, and fiats like they are normal life. Which indeed they are!!! Their world has expanded to a new culture. In fact, this is the culture they know. This is their home!

I always get ecstatic when I think about furlough. My heart hammers as I think of this summer and the ten weeks we will spend in America. For me, I will be returning home, to the comfortable, the familiar, the life I knew. But for my children, they will be leaving their home. For them it will be like entering a new culture. They can't understand why mom gets so excited about Wal-Mart, cantalope, roast beef, cran-raspberry juice, chai, turtle brownie mixes, carmels, and malted milk balls.

Mom, what's an RV? my son asked me one day when he was reading. Why would he know? Where had he ever encountered that word before?

One of my friends asked me if I would like to move back to America someday. Would I really? I think of the shopping, being with family and friends, and the joy of being surrounded by a Christian community. Yes, I do miss America. It isn't easy replanting to a new culture. But then I think of the blessings we have encountered here, the stretching God has brought us through, the relationships that have developed, I wonder, Am I really the same person that came here almost five years ago? Could I be happy anywhere else? For now, God has placed us here and I'm content with that. The most important isn't where you live, but if you are living in the place where God wants you.

As my good friend Crystal always tells me, "Wherever you are, be all there. Live to the hilt every situation you believe to be the will of God." a quote by Jim Elliot.

Allison (after Conrad tells her to hurry up because all the rest of the family is done eating and want to get down from the table), "I'm teaching all of you patience."

Comments

Dorcas said…
Very well put.
Anonymous said…
My sister and her hubby and children lived in the Philippines for 15 years,so their children had a culture shock everytime they came back "home". I love to read about different cultures so keep writing!!LOL!!

Lisa, we like you just the way you are.=)
Judy said…
I love reading your newsletters and blogs. It brings me closer to my sister who is serving in Ghana, West Africa. She has to deal with the same issues and feelings you have however not the snow! they have hot! And we as a family always anticipate the furloughs. It's coming up in 2007, hopefully for 6 months. God Bless!
Thanks, Shine, I hope the link is working now. Fiat??? I should think it would make sense, although there is lots of jokes about Fiats here like, "I don't drive a car, I drive a Fiat." And, "This is a deluxe model. It has rearview mirrors on both sides." Have you ever seen one? They are the cutest, smallest cars you have seen.
And, Lisa, I am a VERY normal person. And yes, like Arlene said, we like you just the way you are. :)

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