It is easy to be negative
here. I am actually a pretty positive, optimistic
person by nature, but there is something about this place that can bring out
the critical person in me… the trash, the overcrowded city, the “me first”
mentality of the culture, the traffic torture, the pagan rituals, the dogs
barking, the horns honking at 3 a.m., the mosquitoes…
(Chief with his rat... I hate rats. Good boy, Chief! We caught five in two days!)
When we first arrived, we
were very busy getting the house set up.
I didn’t have time to focus on the negatives. When we finished setting up the house,
everything was so new it seemed more of an adventure than a bother. But once
the newness wore off, the negativity set in… and so did the culture shock.
(The roaches have only gotten bigger... UGH!
Thankfully we haven't had too many.)
The children were already
having to deal with the adjustments of living in our new country, and they
picked up on my negativity (also known as complaining). We had only been here four months, and in my
culture shock driven state, I began questioning how I could ever possibly live
here. “I can’t do this! This is too big for me!”
I was struggling; so I
turned to the place I knew I could get help.
I bowed my knees and my heart, and I opened His Book.
Ephesians 5:18-21 “And be not drunk with wine, wherein is excess; but be filled with the Spirit; Speaking to yourselves in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing and making melody in your heart to the Lord; Giving thanks always for all things unto God and the Father in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ; Submitting yourselves one to another in the fear of God.”
I was spiritually sick, and
here was the Doctor’s diagnosis. My
symptoms were a lack of joy in my heart, a lack of thankfulness for ALL things,
and a lack of a humble, submissive heart toward others and toward God. My illness?
I was not full of the Spirit. I
was full of self.
Have you ever been “full of
yourself?” Oh, how much it steals from
us! We think we will make ourselves
happy by pursuing our selfish desires and focusing on our own wants, but
instead it robs us of joy, contentment, thankfulness, and the opportunity to be
a blessing to others. At that moment, I wanted clean air, nice streets, everyone to speak English, and the quietness I had enjoyed my whole life in the peaceful mountains of Western North Carolina. I wanted... my desires... my plans...
When you place a teabag in
hot water, what happens? What’s in the bag comes out, right? God had placed us in “hot water,” and what was
in my heart was coming out. I thought I
was fully submitted, but had God not put me in such hot water as this city, I
do not think I would have ever realized my submission still had limits. I thought I could count every trial as joy
(James 1:2), but when God placed my heart in the hot water of this new country, I found out that I had placed limits on what I wanted to count as joy.
With this new discovery, I
had a choice. I could 1) be overwhelmed with the culture shock and negativity,
or 2) I could repent, submit, and learn at an even greater degree to rely on
God instead of relying on my optimistic nature.
I chose #2. The day that I made that choice, the joy
returned. I began focusing on all the
things I have to be thankful for here. Those things truly do outweigh the bad!
And I began admitting to myself,
“No, I cannot do this…, but He has called me here; so He wants to do something THROUGH me. He CAN do it. It is not about ME!”
(Love our church family here!)
I am thankful for the “hot
water” God placed us in. It helped me to
see some things in my heart I would have never seen otherwise. No, I still do not like the traffic, the
noises, the trash, and the rudeness… but I am learning to treasure the
opportunities for growth these things bring.
Learn the symptoms of the
dreaded Full-of-Self sickness… loss of joy, loss of thankfulness, loss of
contentment, loss of submission and humility. The cure? Kneeling, reading the Book, repenting, and
emptying yourself of… um… SELF.
So what hot water has God
placed you in?
We went through some "hot water" when we got here. I think the Lord was testing us to see if we were really committed. 20 months later we are still here, and committed to being here until we die or the Lord calls us elsewhere.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for your honesty and wonderful Biblical advice/directive! We arrived in our first place of service at age 63 and 64. Not a real good age to learn a new language whose alphabet looks NOTHING like we'd ever read, except maybe my husband's Greek and Hebrew. Though our ministry was primarily with English speakers, just asking the price at the market was interesting-- I attempted to learn to speak numbers first so I'd know prices quoted. HMMMM. the fast response and "slang" of shortening numbers made me a total dumbie! At about six months of being in Cambodia I HIT the language WALL. The words wouldn't stick in my head, going to market was a challenge and even walking passed some workers on the street-- they'd say something I did not comprehend AT ALL and laugh. Paranoia began to set in-- but God is faithful who will NOT allow us to be tested above what we can bear. No, we didn't leave, we kept on- though I did stop the language lessons and enjoyed the ministry I could do in English and sometimes through an interpreter. I now can truly empathized with new,much younger missionaries during their language school time and pray much for them. PS- I am an old MK too, but the dialect I learned as a child took no formal language classes.
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