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Having Family Everywhere I Go

“But our citizenship is in heaven, and from it we await a Savior, the Lord Jesus Christ.”

Philippians 3:20

One would think that with so many Christian denominations in existence, the central beliefs held by each group would differ astronomically. It’s the most uncanny thing, however, that even when setting foot in an entirely different country Christians find kindred spirits. There’s something electric about worshiping with a congregation of another culture. There’s a miraculous understanding which transcends language.

When I first met my husband, there was an inexplicable chemistry between us. How is it that two people who grew up in cultures as different from one another as night and day could feel as though their souls were cut from the same fabric? How is it that we share the same values, even though they differ from those around us? My husband’s parents love me and encouraged our relationship because of our mutual relationship with Jesus.

“Why do you want to marry me?” Amith once asked.

I answered, “Because your spirit understands mine.”

Culturally, my husband and I have more in common than not because of our citizenship in heaven, whatever citizenship we may hold on earth. Problems arise when either of us adheres to the world’s culture rather than our true citizenship.

An Indian lady once asked me if I struggled with the way my husband prioritized his mother over me. I explained to her that we’re both Christians, and the Bible says to prioritize one’s spouse. She was surprised and impressed by this information.

When problems arise, there’s always the same God we can look up to and ask for help. When I meet a brother or sister who only speaks a different language than me, we have the same Bible, the same message, and that gives us understanding. I’m thankful to God for the connections He gives us as His children.

“So then you are no longer strangers and aliens, but you are fellow citizens with the saints and members of the household of God,”

Ephesians 2:19

Posted in Faith and Hope, Life as a Foreigner

Something Extraordinary: the Juxtapositions of Christian Life

“By this all people will know that you are my disciples, if you have love for one another.”

-John 13:35 (ESV)

In the second or third century a significant letter (also called an epistle) was written to some unknown person named “Diognetus.” The author of the epistle remains a mystery lost to time, but he called himself “Mathetes,” which simply means, “disciple” in Greek.

Diognetus apparently had questions about Christianity, and Mathetes was happy to address them. Mathetes felt that those people who still clung to the Law for salvation were “foolish” and “superstitious,” echoing the letters of Paul. Below is an excerpt from “The Epistle to Diognetus” in which Mathetes lists the strange juxtapositions which come with living a Christian life:


“Christians are indistinguishable from other men either by nationality, language or customs. They do not inhabit separate cities of their own, or speak a strange dialect, or follow some outlandish way of life. Their teaching is not based upon reveries inspired by the curiosity of men. Unlike some other people, they champion no purely human doctrine. With regard to dress, food and manner of life in general, they follow the customs of whatever city they happen to be living in, whether it is Greek or foreign. 

And yet there is something extraordinary about their lives.

-They live in their own countries as though they were only passing through.

-They play their full role as citizens, but labor under all the disabilities of aliens.

-Any country can be their homeland, but for them their homeland, wherever it may be, is a foreign country.

-Like others, they marry and have children, but they do not expose them.

-They share their meals, but not their wives.  

-They live in the flesh, but they are not governed by the desires of the flesh.

-They pass their days upon earth, but they are citizens of heaven.

-Obedient to the laws, they yet live on a level that transcends the law.

-Christians love all men, but all men persecute them.

-Condemned because they are not understood, they are put to death, but raised to life again.

-They live in poverty, but enrich many; they are totally destitute, but possess an abundance of everything.

-They suffer dishonor, but that is their glory.

-They are defamed, but vindicated.

A blessing is their answer to abuse, deference their response to insult. For the good they do they receive the punishment of malefactors, but even then they, rejoice, as though receiving the gift of life. They are attacked by the Jews as aliens, they are persecuted by the Greeks, yet no one can explain the reason for this hatred. 

To speak in general terms, we may say that the Christian is to the world what the soul is to the body. As the soul is present in every part of the body, while remaining distinct from it, so Christians are found in all the cities of the world, but cannot be identified with the world. As the visible body contains the invisible soul, so Christians are seen living in the world, but their religious life remains unseen. The body hates the soul and wars against it, not because of any injury the soul has done it, but because of the restriction the soul places on its pleasures. Similarly, the world hates the Christians, not because they have done it any wrong, but because they are opposed to its enjoyments. 

Christians love those who hate them just as the soul loves the body and all its members despite the body’s hatred. It is by the soul, enclosed within the body, that the body is held together, and similarly, it is by the Christians, detained in the world as in a prison, that the world is held together. The soul, though immortal, has a mortal dwelling place; and Christians also live for a time amidst perishable things, while awaiting the freedom from change and decay that will be theirs in heaven. As the soul benefits from the deprivation of food and drink, so Christians flourish under persecution. Such is the Christian’s lofty and divinely appointed function, from which he is not permitted to excuse himself.”


[Source: From a letter to Diognetus (Nn. 5-6; Funk, 397-401)]


And so Mathetes viewed Christians as sojourners in this world, just as the Bible said we would be.

What I have observed is that bitterness towards Christianity as a whole sprouts up within a person’s heart when they see an individual who claims to be Christian yet is immensely selfish and unkind to those around them. As Mathetes suggested and Jesus Himself said, the main, defining, recognizable qualities of a Christian are their love and selflessness. When a Christian is worldly and behaves badly towards others, it’s easy for others to become disgusted by their hypocrisy and discredit Christianity as a whole.

Love, however, is a fruit of the Spirit, not a fruit of humanity. A person who calls themself a Christian yet doesn’t act in love may not actually understand the gospel. They may not, in fact, really be a Christian as the Bible defines it.

Beyond that however, Christianity is not a lifestyle or a list of things people do. Christianity is a relationship with God. My son might display rude behavior despite my warning him not to. That won’t change the fact that he’s my son, I’m his mother and I love him very much. He might, however, lose friends because of his behavior!

Growing up in church, I was surrounded by many kind-hearted people, but even the best of them could be downright moronic at times. I myself have many regrets because of times I hurt other people, and I hope they’ll forgive me. This doesn’t change the fact that God Himself, our Father, is good. There are times when I forget where my true citizenship is and I disregard the needs of others. I understand that every person who claims Christianity “misbehaves” at times, for one reason or another.

But God is always there, He is good, and he’s ready to make us the world’s “soul” as Mathetes said. It’s the Holy Spirit which compels us to be the good in the world. That’s what makes Christians stand out from the crowd.

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My First Blog Post: Then & Now

A while ago I decided to delete my original blog on blogspot, but I had to save my very first post from my very first blog — cringe and all:

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I have never had a blog before, and I have no idea what I’m doing.  But I had a sudden impulse to share my innermost thoughts with the big, wide world.

So…let’s see if I can figure this out…hmm…

 


 

2015 was only 5 years ago, but it feels like an eternity. When I started writing, I was in a dark place and my heart felt lonely, hopeless and desolate. The details of what lead to this are deeply personal, but suffice it to say I was grieving unfulfilled dreams and broken relationships. My writing reflected that sadness and loss. In my grief, I ran to God and leaned on Him. It was during that time that I experienced a sort of spiritual growth spurt — all the growing pains included. I learned what it really meant to delight in the Lord, even in the most painful of circumstances.

 

Psalm 37:4 says, “Delight yourself in the Lord, and he will give you the desires of your heart.” People too often fixate on the latter part, “He will give you the desires of your heart” and they forget the command, “Delight yourself in the Lord.” Christians often feel that if they are obedient enough to the Lord that he’ll reward them with what they want. But God wants to give us so much more than what we think we want. God wants to give us His love. When we delight ourselves in the Lord He Himself becomes our greatest desire.

God is everything to us: there is no need of ours that He can’t meet. People fail us, but God never fails us.

 

Since learning these lessons I’ve had the adventure of a lifetime. I’ve seen miracles. God has led me across the globe and I’ve experienced unbelievable things. I’ve made friends who are worth more than their weight in gold. God has made my dreams come true as well as given me even bigger dreams. Now, in this season of life we’ve fallen into routine, but I’m learning to find joy in the interludes between big adventures. In sadness and tedious I find my joy in the Lord.

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I’ve also had some fresh trama in the past few years  which I’m still working through, but I don’t feel as inhibited as I once was. I’ve been uprooted, moved internationally twice, smaked in the face with culture shock, had a terrible childbirth experience, but I’ve learned to cope thanks to my relationship with Jesus. I look back on my life and I see how God has been faithful to His promise to “heal the broken hearted and bind up their wounds.” (Psalm 147:3)

I may travel between places which are as different as night and day.

I may have a huge turnover of friends until I reach the point where I can no longer bear to say goodbye.

I may experience exhaustion, burn out, physical and emotional pain.

I may make mistakes I regret.

But through all the ups and downs of life this is my one constant: God’s totally unconditional love for me. This is my foundation and what brings me joy.

 

2 Corinthians 12:9

But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me.

 

Thank you, Jesus.

Posted in Life as a Foreigner, Love & Relationships

Thoughts from 2019

“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of light, it was the season of darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair.”

—Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities

Here is my first blog post in many months. Our little guy, Asaph, came in the summer, and I feel like I’ve barely had time to think. I had a bad giving birth: it’s deeply painful even to remember it. Asaph was delivered via forceps. I ended up with twenty stitches (yes, 20) and lost a lot of blood. Half a year has passed and I’ve recovered for the most part, but I still have some healing yet to do both physically and emotionally. I wish to goodness I’d had a c-section.

If I’m being frank and honest, I must say that I’ve never really been fond of babies. I find infant care tedious and overwhelming. Since Asaph was born, I’ve had minimal physical and emotional energy. I’ve felt so distant and disconnected from everyone. 

I was afraid that having a baby would hinder me from going out and doing the things I want and need to do. People assured me it wouldn’t be that bad, but actually it’s been even worse than I was afraid of. Indeed, it’s a struggle just to move around the house, feed myself or use the bathroom. My thoughts are disorganized, and it’s incredibly discouraging. I have a very hard time reading my Bible. I’ve even a hard time focusing on my relationship with my husband…and my relationship with God.

All this being said: 

Even though I don’t enjoy babies…

Even though I feel out of focus…

Even though my days sometimes feel unbearably tedious and lonely…

…I adore this sweet little cuddly bundle. No pain or sadness I’ve experienced has been his fault. It took a couple of months to feel bonded, but now my heart warms at the delighted smile he gives me when I enter a room. I love his frantic excitement when he sees his daddy. I find his shy yet affectionate personality endearing. I enjoy breastfeeding him and watching him gaze up at me with his big brown eyes.

Although I had a bad experience giving birth, I don’t take anything for granted. I’m thankful that we had access to a great hospital with wonderful, caring staff. I know many women in the world don’t have access to decent medical care. I don’t know why out of all the women and infants in the world Asaph and I should be among those who are alive and well, but I am incredibly grateful.

I’ve come to understand also that God isn’t angry at me for being unable to focus when I read my Bible. He understands my human weakness. I was feeling a tad stressed because I felt I wasn’t learning anything from reading scripture. A friend pointed out to me that it’s the Holy Spirit’s job to teach me. Once I realized that, I relaxed and stopped worrying about making myself learn from scripture.

“For we do not have a high priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses, but one who in every respect has been tempted as we are, yet without sin. Let us then with confidence draw near to the throne of grace, that we may receive mercy and find grace to help in time of need.”

–Hebrews 4:15-16

This year was kind of hard, but I also have so much to thank God for. And as for the tedium which comes from taking care of a baby, my husband reminds me that this will not last forever. The bigger Asaph gets, the more I enjoy him. He’ll be independent before we know it. God is good.

 

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One more thing. Some people ask how I feel at the thought of having another baby. Well, if my husband happens to read this, I’d like to remind him of that big, beautiful word:

ADOPTION

***cough*** ***cough*** ***hint***

 

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Issues With Volunteering Overseas

Romans 10:2-3
For I bear them witness that they have a zeal for God, but not according to knowledge. For, being ignorant of the righteousness of God, and seeking to establish their own, they did not submit to God’s righteousness.

As a teenager I went on several short-term volunteer trips which drastically changed my life. I know without a shadow of a doubt that God wanted me to make those journeys, and He sent me many signs.
These experiences overseas opened my eyes to see how big the world really is, and they made me realize that I wanted to live abroad. I made many awesome life-long friends. Best of all, I met my husband while I was in Asia!

I wouldn’t be where I am today (spiritually, developmentally or geographically) if I hadn’t gone on these trips. I do, however, deeply regret some of the internal attitudes I had as a teen. I was immature, unqualified and fairly prideful. My motivations may not have been entirely pure as I had a deep desire for adventure, and volunteer work seemed like the best way to fulfill this longing of mine. In many ways I adored overseas volunteer work more than I loved God. This is something which took me a while to surrender to the Lord.
I view my experiences as a teenager as simply lessons in intercultural living — which eventually made me into an adult who could effectively do some good in the world. I hope I did some good for the people I befriended internationally years ago, but I do believe I myself grew and matured more than I “saved people,” which is (often unrealistically) what’s expected from volunteers.

I’ve been thinking lately of foreign volunteers and the real value of their travels, particularly on short-term trips. There are some UGLY things I’ve seen my fellow American team members doing, including:

-Childishly back-talking leadership.
-Discouraging fellow team members from speaking the local language — because it makes them feel uncomfortable and jealous.
-Flirting with local boys in public, then continually talking about which one’s hottest in private.

I don’t judge people who go on these trips then excitedly go shopping and take pictures of everything while they’re there. Who wouldn’t want to soak in every moment of a new and fun experience? I am, however, saddened by the number of people who go on these trips with bad motivations, such as the following:

 

Attention.

Believe you me, if you want a great deal of attention from your peers, volunteer work is an effective way to get it. I can almost guarantee you will be glorified along with your social media posts. However, it’s shallow for someone to go “help others” just so that people will shower them with honor.

 

Wanting to be a hero.

Maybe you yourself want to feel you’re making an impact on the world. Before you go overseas, it’s important to ask yourself first, “Am I making an impact in my own community?” If you’re not looking for ways contribute to your own city, church, family or circle of friends, then you’re not going to be helpful in another country and culture.

 

A glorified vacation.

If you’re really wanting a vacation “off the beaten path,” then it may be better to consider finding a “home stay” or a camping expedition. That will actually be a very good thing: you’ll come away feeling refreshed, plus tourism is a major source of revenue for many countries. Thus in some cases, a vacation may be more beneficial to you and the people you’re going to than a “volunteer trip” would be. (Check out this blog post by Jamie Wright.)

 

Wanting to heal or “find yourself.”

Even when you travel you still take the person you are with you.

When traveling you will learn a lot about yourself, and a lot of what you learn may be very unexpected and unsettling. You should not travel to “escape life” and you should not travel to find fulfillment. In doing so you will only end up hurting yourself and others. Be thankful for your life, learn to be happy where you are; then and only then will your traveling will be blessed. As it’s been said many times before, “Don’t travel to escape life, travel so that life doesn’t escape you.”

 

Wanting adventure.

I don’t think this is a bad desire in and of itself, but it shouldn’t be your one and only motivation to volunteer.  Again, the motivation should be to serve God and do good for others out of love.

 

Looking for boyfriend/girlfriend.

Volunteer trips are not an appropriate place for casual flirting. Some people travel with the pure intention of meeting someone to fall in love with, but that often does not work out well at all. The romance of an “exotic” country can make a person’s heart malleable, and it’s important to ask yourself the question, “If I was in my home country, would I still be interested in this person?”
All this being said, if you’re invested in living internationally this may be a good situation for you to find a like-minded potential spouse — but that should not be your sole reason for volunteering.

 
[And, yes, I know I married someone I met while overseas, but that was not my intention in traveling. Truth be told, when I found myself falling in love with Amith I actually tried hard to suppress my feelings for him because I thought, “this is not what I came here for!” However, we have a solid friendship and respect for one another which transcends culture. Additionally, our families very much liked each other and were supportive of us. That’s what made all the difference.]

 

I would make a proposition to churches, agencies (or whoever is sending volunteer teams) to do a more careful job screening volunteers and judging their character and maturity. One ministry I know (one which hosted the flirtatious girls I mentioned) now screens their volunteers more carefully, even asking for information about their volunteers’ relationship and dating patterns in order to discern if they’ll be disruptive to the ministry’s work.

I would encourage volunteers to ask themselves the following before going overseas:

1. Are you sure that God is calling you to go on this trip?
2. Do you have any motivations for going besides the desire to do good?
3. Would you volunteer abroad if you had no cameras with you?
4. Does the agency have the same intentions and values as you?
5. Is there any chance that you’ll do more harm than good?

Additional questions for people staying long-term:
1. Do you legitimately have anything to offer the people you’re going to?
2. Are you skilled enough to do this job in your own country?
3. Could the work you’re going to do be done just as easily by local people?


For more thoughts on this subject check out these fabulous resources:

Barbie Savior

Jamie Wright

The Rusty Radiator’s Social Media Guide

Podcasts

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Things I Learned in India

Recently I found some valuable ancient documents — journal entries from my first trip to India.

Some of the entries made me laugh, some made me cringe at my immaturity and others made me smile as I re-read the valuable lessons I learned which grew me into the person I am today.  Below are some things I wrote the first time I visited India (with a little editing to make them actually readable).


God is with me

I have wanted to go to travel since I was quite little. Now there are still moments of wonder at the fact that I am really truly here. In my travels I have grown closer to God and progressively more and more in love with Him.

He frequently brings Joshua 1:9 to my mind at times when I need comforting or encouragement;

Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be frightened, and do not be dismayed, for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go.

This is a verse God keeps bringing to my mind. It has become sort of my life verse. Whenever I get discouraged or depressed I think of Joshua 1:9 and I remember God’s promise. We never need to despair when our life or situation seems hopeless. The Lord is with us!

 


Dying to self

This is one of the greatest lessons I’ve learned being in India, but I’ve struggled to figure out how to put it into words.

Coming from a very small town, when I first arrived in the city I was totally overwhelmed! The city is in every way the opposite of the small, rural town I was brought up in. I came to realize that I won’t do well as an expat: I’m not sharp enough and I’m too weak. Yet I still felt that God was calling me to an international life. It seemed like a strange paradox.

I love India, but it’s VERY different from the US. The hardest thing about being in this country for me was learning the new social customs. As I was unsure of what an Indian sense of humor was like, I didn’t talk very much and I spent a large part of my first month sitting silently and watching people interact. People commented on my shyness, which bothered me as I wistfully remembered my reputation in my home country as a very flamboyant and outgoing person.

Matthew 10:39

Whoever finds his life will lose it, and whoever loses his life for my sake will find it.

The truth is, I’m just a kid from a small town in the US no one’s ever heard of. But when God looks at me He sees who He made me to be, and that’s His child; a strong woman. This kid could not live outside of her comfort bubble, but the strong woman God made me to be can do anything in His power. So I asked God to help me die to myself, remove my fleshly weakness, and let the person He made me to be live and grow.

Dying to self is not fun, it’s painful and requires sacrifice and humility. Jesus died to Himself when he allowed Himself to be tortured to death for our sins, He didn’t want to do it and He didn’t have to do it. In Mathew chapter 10 Jesus tells us that following Him will be difficult. But isn’t Jesus worth any cost?

Think to yourself:

  • Is He worth dying for?
  • Is He worth enduring persecution for?
  • Is He worth leaving your country for?
  • Is He worth doing the right thing, even if nobody else will do it?
  • Is He worth cleaning the house for your mom when she’s tired?

Dying to self is a small price to pay to see experience glory and freedom. Acts 1:8 says that God will send us as his witnesses to Jerusalem, to Judea, to Samaria and to the ends of the earth. He was talking to his disciples when he said this, but how does it apply to us? The ends of the earth means other countries. Samaria is a little closer to home; think of other parts of the country. Judea means other parts of your state, and Jerusalem could referrer to your city and own community. God may not lead all of us to move to a new country, but he certainly does call each of us to be disciples of Him in our own homes.

 


Humility

James 4:10

Humble yourselves before the Lord, and he will exalt you.

Recognize that you owe all of your strengths to God. I’m naturally pretty adaptable to new environments, but I had to admit to God that I can’t survive on my own without Him when I began to have serious struggles with fitting in.

Zephaniah 3:17

The Lord your God is in your midst,
a mighty one who will save;
he will rejoice over you with gladness;
he will quiet you by his love;
he will exult over you with loud singing.

God values us not for what we can accomplish but just for who we are. Parents don’t love their children for what they can accomplish. Or if they do, there is something very wrong with them.

What’s amazing is that God doesn’t need us: He is all powerful. He made us just because He loved us! It is a privilege God gives us to do things for Him.

Following God’s commandments will bring you blessing. Yet even if you think God will not accept you because of the wrong things you’ve done, the Bible says otherwise.

 

Romans 10:9

because, if you confess with your mouth that Jesus is Lord and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved.

 

Romans 8:38-39

For I am sure that neither death nor life, nor angels nor rulers, nor things present nor things to come, nor powers, nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord.

 

There is NOTHING that can separate you from the love of Christ Jesus!

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Losing Yourself in Your Host Culture

“‘Am I compromising too much of myself to be here?
That is the BIG question.
Am I letting these new cultures, traditions and expectations cut me off from my own heritage, my own culture and the way I usually do things?
Moving to another country (whether it be for love or just simply because you wanted to) is an adventure, to say the least. You will undoubtedly feel every emotion from surreal happiness to pure confusion. However, despite what some travel bloggers lead you to believe; it’s not always fun and it’s certainly not always easy.'” 
— Jaimee Nicole [1]

The pressure to conform to society, yet not knowing how.  The drive for independence, without the knowledge of how to do simple tasks.  The conflicting desires to “fit in,” yet to stand out and be yourself.  The grief of sensing that the life you once lived and the person you once were are now dead and buried.
While all of our situations are unique, these are all common feelings we may experience when we move to a new country.  When you move into a foreign culture you may feel pressure to act like everyone else in the region you live.  You may have your friends (or in-laws) constantly nagging you to cook food exactly a certain way, dress a certain way, behave a certain way, etc.  This will be especially true if you are a woman, as women tend to be flexible and relational, and thus are expected to always accommodate to other’s needs above their own.  This almost inevitably results in what is termed, “cultural stress.”

Northwestern University lists the following symptoms of cultural stress:

  • Exhaustion, fatigue or changes to your appetite.
  • Major concern over small health problems.
  • Increased use of alcohol or drugs.
  • Craving things from home (food, amenities, etc.) and homesickness.
  • Strong desire to interact only with students on your program or non-locals.
  • Fits of anger and frustration or depression alternating with elation.
  • Superior attitude toward host nationals. You find yourself complaining about and criticizing everything.
  • Feelings of rejection, isolation, and loneliness.
  • Feeling like a child. [2]

We see ourselves becoming angrier and more despondent.  We become discouraged by our health issues.  We look back with pining on when we were independent and could run errands on our own, but now we feel like a little kid who’s unable to do anything right.  We may go through some or all of these feelings, and that’s only natural.  Like grief, the stress and sense that we’ve lost who we once were are emotional and psychological process which we need to go through in order to process our experiences.
It’s normal to have a sense of grief over the loss of your former life.  I asked some experienced American expats who are married interculturally to share with me what has helped them regain a sense of identity in their husband’s culture.

Crista writes:
1). Surrender has been a big one. Surrendering everything and all of me.  Still working on it.  Every time I think I’ve surrendered completely the Lord shows me another thing.
2). Remembering my calling. How God brought me here and what He spoke during that time.
3). Accepting myself for who I am. Not perfect by any means but made in His image.
4). Choosing my battles as wisely as possible. There are things in this culture I just accept, there’s no use arguing or fighting them. But talking with my husband about the things that are important to me and why. It took years but he finally understood that I’m not judging others but need some control over my environment and the way we as a family do things.
5). Since I have known, even before I came to [my host country], that God was planting me here for life it was much easier to let go of my American-ness. I’ve immersed myself in [my host culture] and spend very little time elsewhere.  This one thing has helped more than almost everything else.  It has helped me understand the culture here and find my place and myself in it.


Sue writes:
I remember an experience sometime our first year, when I literally grieved the loss of who I was.  I sat locked in our bedroom and visualized myself actually conducting a funeral for me and for my old life
….throw the debit card in the casket, throw the independence in the casket, toss my keys in, my career, the coffee shops from home that I missed….
Everything I could think of.  When I couldn’t cry anymore, I got up and headed to the kitchen to get some water and I remember the spot where the words came to me so CLEARLY, “Raised to walk in newness of life.” That was the turning point for me.
NOW what I struggle with is that all my identity is wrapped up in my life and work here [in my host country].  I go back to the USA and feel like I don’t belong there.  My fear is that if we ever had to leave or if my husband ever died, I would lose all of my identity and my whole sense of purpose for living.
I should add, 20 years later, I like the new me much more than I like the old one. I like what God has made me here.  It was fascinating for me when I attended a conference.  They had sessions focused on grief – and a grief counselor traveling with them – because they say that women living abroad do not typically grieve their losses; they bury them or ignore them or deny them, and the loss festers and comes out unidentified as buried grief, until the women recognize it and grieve it.
There were a couple of things that were HUGE for me:
1) My husband repeatedly told me that if he wanted a [national] wife he would have married one. Whew! So he encouraged me to stop trying to be something I can never be.  HUGE!
2) I didn’t realize what my whole transition those first months meant to my kids until some other American women moved here. We were going to one of their homes for lunch and I came out of the bedroom wearing jeans. My kids (6 and 8) were ECSTATIC – “Wow! We have our American Mom back! Please, Mommy, don’t let her go away again!” In the end what the Master made here was one who lived both lives and roles equally, although I would say I have gravitated more back to my American roots the longer I have been here. I drive, find places by myself, take off by myself on the scooter for long drives along the beach…and in my daily life feel like the same American woman I do in the USA.
HOWEVER, when we are out and about here, or I am interacting with [locals], I am very different. No one here knows me apart from our team. They don’t know my opinions or have a clue really about who I am at my core. That doesn’t matter to me anymore (and I’m not sure why).
Finally, getting through menopause helped!  I don’t care as much about a lot of things that I just to care about (pleasing people, caring what anyone thinks about what I wear, etc.) I embrace who I am a lot more freely on this side….and embrace the struggles that made me who I am now.

Every individual will find unique things which help help them in each stage of cultural stress as they regain a sense of identity and belonging.  There are common things which most people find helpful.  The following is what Northwestern University recommends regarding internal and physical supports:

Internal support:
  • Understand the stages of cultural adjustment
  • Analyze your situations and reactions
  • Identify what helps you manage stress
  • Identify new ways of thinking positively

Physical support:
  • Eat healthily and get plenty of rest
  • Identify any weaknesses (e.g. alcohol abuse, binge eating) and make plans to manage them
  • Bring a sufficient supply of necessary medications
  • Take any “can’t live without” toiletries with you [2]

 


Social support will also be fundamental in your adjustment process: 

  • Schedule times for keeping in touch with your friends in family in your country of origin. Video calling can be a great help.
  • Seek out fellow expats, especially those from your own country who have things in common with you.  Facebook is a great way for networking and finding groups of foreigners.
  • Seek out national friends and groups who share your interests.  Push yourself to step out, even when you feel shy.  Consider joining a social club or taking a class to find like-minded friends.
  • Find healthy outlets for expressing yourself creatively.  You may find such an outlet in your job or in a hobby.
  • Set goals which will help you adapt to life in your host country such as, “get a driver’s license,” or, “take a language class.”

Additional suggestions from, “How to Live in Another Country (Without Losing Yourself),” a Huffington Post article written by Jamiee Nicole:
• “Actually learning about the new country traditions and where they came from.
The more you understand, the easier it will be to decide if these cultures/traditions have a place in your life.
• Reminding yourself of your own heritage.
You don’t have to lose where you have come from to be proud of where you are now.
• Making it your own.
This could mean selling your possessions or even moving your pets to the new country with you! I know Belgium never really felt like home until my cat made the journey with me.” [1]

A note to readers with foreign spouses: it’s important that you give your spouse plenty of freedom and encouragement to be them self and express them self according to their culture.  Just as Sue’s husband observed, you have chosen to marry someone from another culture and it’s important to accept them for who they are.

Maybe you’re returning to your passport country after having been settled overseas and your “home” is no longer in your country of origin.  You may be surprised to find yourself going through this adjustment process all over again, even if you grew up in your passport country.   The same steps will still apply, and it’s possible to seek a “reentry counselor” to help you cope.
While the process may take many years, ideally as long-term expats we will reach a point where we have a sense of identity, competence and belonging in our culture of origion as well as in our host culture.

As Jamiee Nicole also wisely stated,
“The REAL test of moving to another country is finding a balance that makes you feel like you embody both cultures and both countries; because both places can be equally important to you.” [1]

Questions for readers:

  • If you are or have been an expatriate for an extended amount of time, have you undergone any of the experiences or emotions mentioned in this blog post?

 

  • Have you ever worried about “losing yourself” in your host culture?

 

  • What has helped you deal with cultural stress?

Sources:
[1] Nicole, Jaimee. “How to Live in Another Country (Without Losing Yourself).” The Huffington Post, TheHuffingtonPost.com, 7 Apr. 2016, www.huffingtonpost.com/author/travelprayloveblog-941.
[2] “Life in a Foreign Culture: Tips for Cultural Adjustment While Abroad.” Northwestern.edu, Northwestern University, www.northwestern.edu/studyabroad/outbound-students/life-in-a-foreign-culture-tips-for-cultural-adjustment-while-abroad.html.
Posted in Life as a Foreigner

A Difficult Month

This past month has been very hard for our whole family.  In November my Amith’s dear Uncle Ajith died very suddenly and went to be with the Lord.  He was like a second father to my husband and was always loving and supportive of us as a couple.  He loved Jesus, and Amith would call him every week to share something he’d learned in scripture.

We went to my husband’s hometown for the funeral and stayed there for a couple of weeks.  It was a stressful and emotionally difficult time.  While we were there I contracted a terribly painful stomach bug which had me rushing to the bathroom every hour.  That lasted for four days, and some symptoms didn’t subside until a few days ago.

 

Since returning home we’ve been incredibly busy, running around like decapitated chickens.  While Christmas in the USA is supposed to be a relaxing time with family, Christmas in India is a very active time for helping others.

Which really in a sense captures the spirit of Christmas more accurately.

 

Christmas time is hard for me as I miss my family, our traditions and our home in America.  But I know that Jesus understands exactly how I feel as He left His Father and His home in heaven to come live on earth.

 

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Although this month has been tough, there are some very joyous things to proclaim;
Our first anniversary was on November 30th!
I find myself at a loss for words to express the great joy I have in being married to my husband. What an amazing, godly man he is! His passion for Jesus always inspires me.

If there’s one thing I’ve learned it’s that when a marriage is based on Christ, and both husband and wife are focused on Him, their relationship will blossom and their lives will be fulfilling.

A year has passed, and I am more deeply in love with my husband than ever.

 

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Next month we’re going on vacation to Thailand!  This will be a time of very much-needed rest, and we are very excited!

 

I’m thankful I got to know Uncle Ajith for at least a year and a half.   I’m thankful Knowing that we’ll see him again in heaven.  I’m thankful that I’m feeling better and able to participate in the current Christmas events.  I’m thankful for my husband and for our upcoming vacation.

I’m only human and I haven’t always had a positive attitude.  I’ve been tired, cranky and depressed often.  But through it all, I know that God is good and He is the true bringer of joy.

Posted in Life as a Foreigner

November 2017

I went down to the parking lot last night, when suddenly I heard loud cries of, “ANNA!” “ANNA!” “ANNA!” “ANNA!” “ANNA!”
I was swarmed by the resident children of our apartment complex. They had painted their faces white with black and red splotches.
They said excitedly, “Today in your country there is one…Halloween? A holiday?”
“Yes!” I laughed, “Are you ghosts?”
They exclaimed in the affirmative and made “scary” faces at me. As I left them they called after me, “Happy Halloween!”

I wished I had candy to give them!

I’m not a fan of Halloween, but it warmed my heart to the core to have these kids enthusiastically try to connect with me and show what they knew about my culture.
I sincerely wish more people would reach out to their foreign neighbors and try to learn things about their way of life. You never know if your foreign neighbor is feeling lonely or homesick, and even making an attempt at connecting with them might just make their day.

Posted in Life as a Foreigner

Myself No More

We all want so much to fight for our rights; women’s rights, minority rights, religious rights, etc. These are the basic things we need, the things we should have a right to:

  • Food
  • Shelter
  • Good Health
  • Sufficient Clothing
  • Relationships with others
  • Privacy

But when we’re living for Christ we may have to sacrifice some or all of these things. I have had to give up quite a bit of these as I have moved overseas, and I still struggle with laying them down.  Moving to a new country, I initially get sick a lot as my immune system is unadjusted.  Most people in my new country have health practices which I strongly disagree with.  A great many people have diseases such as diabetes.  I miss the fresh, low-carb food of my native place.  And still I eat the food and breath the air of this land.  I would be lying if I said the thought, “I just want to go back to the west!” never crossed my mind.

Yet still I stay.

I was serious when I gave my life to Christ.  I will stay even if I’m tempted to run away to a more comfortable enviroment.  I will stay even if I have to reign in my natural exuberance in order to be culturally appropriate.  I will stay even if my health declines.

I will remain with my family.

I will obey Christ.

When we lose our rights we can learn that we can find our core desires in Christ.  Now Jesus is teaching me humility and endurance as I find my comfort in Him.

Cusick details seven core desires of the human soul: 

  •  Attention — I long to be seen. I long to be valued. I long to matter. 
  •  Affection — I long to be enjoyed. I long to be delighted in. I long for you to take pleasure in who I am. 
  • Affirmation — I long to know I have what it takes. I long for your blessing. 
  •  Acceptance — I long to belong. I long to be desired. 
  •  Satisfaction — I long for fullness. I long for well-being. 
  •  Significance — I long for impact. I long for meaning. I long to be powerful. 
  •  Security — I long to know I will be OK. 

Cusick offers this about our yearnings: 
“All of these core thirsts are God-given appetites and longings. When they are suppressed, cut off, or shut down, we resemble an Indy car running on four cylinders. Because of this, we fail to live from our hearts. To run on eight cylinders, we need to acknowledge that we are thirsty and identify what our thirsts are. Why? Because only when we identify them will we begin moving toward those desires according to God’s design.”

Living by faith means giving up who I thought I was in order to discover who I was really meant to be all along.


From Velvet Ashes: “Children of the Morning”

In any case, it would be far more accurate to say that the Enemy, in whatever form he appears, sees us better than we see ourselves. He wouldn’t go to such great lengths to discourage and derail and defeat us if he was not terribly frightened of our beauty, our power, our worth, and our settled position in the kingdom. We are glorious, dangerous children of God. If we really understood that, we’d stop cowering in the dark. If we really understood that, there’s no telling what we could do.

Also, what we really believe about everything always becomes clear in the end. We can talk about God’s love all day long, but without a Spirit revelation of His love at a deep, personal level, nothing in our lives will give evidence to the love of God. I could wax eloquent about God’s goodness and provision, but I still have a major hang-up about my kids getting sick. It’s a serious panicky anxiety thing. Though the truth is that God is good, that He will care for my children (and me) no matter what physical illness finds its way into our home, I can only give lip service to that truth. I’m not yet mixed with it. It’s pretty obvious to anyone who knows me. But when I’m set free from the deep-down lie, it’ll show, too. Every person with whom I come in contact will sense it. They’ll know the peace of it; they’ll long to experience it for themselves. And there is just no end to those ripple effects.