Wednesday, July 22, 2015

life lately

by Alanna

I thought I'd just post a little brief update on our lives and what good things God is doing here.
Isabella will be 9 months old tomorrow. She is crawling all over, cruising on all the furniture, babbling and playing peek-a-boo. She has definitely become more of a cuddler, and is wary of people she doesn't know well. She's had some tummy troubles the past month.  Had a hard time pooping, lost some weight so now she's just a little peanut at 14 lb. 14 oz. She is our joy and we love her to bits.


We are expecting our second little baby in mid January. Feeling thankful that God entrusts us with these miracles, although I am so weak when it comes to being a good momma. What joy He's giving!


Yonas is working hard at 2 jobs and still going to school for his master's degree. He is hoping to apply to seminary this fall and then if he's accepted, we'll be off to Minnesota next summer. After that, we still hope for missions. My heart still longs to be with orphans, loving them and telling them about Him. My husband still wants to be a pastor in the third world. I'm excited to see what God will do with us and where He will send us. It's easy to get comfortable here, but I'm praying He keeps our hearts yearning for the place He will send us. 



Monday, July 13, 2015

Feminism or femininity



By Mary

Feminism has been on my mind a lot lately. Now, put aside the secular, man-hating, anything-you-can-do-I-can-do-better type of feminism. The concept that’s been kicking around inside my head has been whether or not Christians should be on board with feminism, with the simplest definition for feminism in this instance being the pursuit of “gender equality”.

I’ve read some very well written words on the subject, words that have made me go back and evaluate my beliefs about men and women and the foundations of those beliefs. And in the end there are two particular points that seem to be core beliefs among those who pursue gender equality and with which I disagree.

The first is that if limits or boundaries are placed on you because you are a woman (or man), it automatically follows that you are devalued. The second is that femininity and masculinity are basically just culturally manufactured concepts.

My goal for writing this is not to provide some kind of detailed viewpoint of Biblical roles for men and women.  But I would like to address in particular those two points and challenge the idea that “equal” automatically means “the same”. Or that gender roles of any kind are a sexist perversion of the proper way of things, instead of God’s well-designed order from the beginning.

I agree wholeheartedly with the concept that men and women deserve the same amount of respect and that their minds, hearts, bodies, and souls are of equal worth and value. It has nothing to do with our abilities or our IQs, it doesn’t come from our achievements or any of the statistics people may gather. “When God created man, He made him in the likeness of God. Male and female He created them, and He blessed them and named them Man when they were created.” I am completely in favor of pursuing equitable and honorable treatment of all human beings, but a pursuit of gender equality is unnecessary-God made us all and He made us equal.

So when the Bible says, “For man was not made from woman, but woman from
man. Neither was man created for woman, but woman for man”, it doesn’t mean He created half the population to be prey to the other half’s vices. When humans were first created, there was no sin, no vice to mar the relationship between them. But it does say “Then the Lord God said, “It is not good that the man should be alone; I will make him a helper fit for[e] him.”“ It seems that many times those words are read negatively and I’m not sure why. In the business world, we’re honored to be considered qualified by an employer for the job opening we’ve been aiming for. How much more of an honor to be designed perfectly qualified, and suited for a position from our God to partner in the stewardship of all the rest of His creation, and to enjoy relationship with Him. That job, that role is for His glory and in accordance to His plan, not men’s.

My understanding as a Christian is that women are not made for men’s personal pleasures, purposes or designs. But neither are we made for our own pursuit of pleasure, ambition, or self-fulfillment. The same is true of men. None of us exist purely to do as we please or to benefit ourselves (or anyone else on earth). As believers in Christ, male and female, we willingly accept God’s claim to our lives and we place ourselves under His authority, even to the point of self-denial*. So if God also asked something of us based on whether we are a male human or female human I don’t really see where the problem arises. I don’t know how that would take away any of the value He has given to our lives.

The vast majority of everything written in the Bible outlines the same goals and purposes for men as for women. He gives His gifts of the Holy Spirit to all, He uses all, sanctifies all. He tells us “There is neither Jew nor Greek, there is neither slave nor free, there is no male and female, for you are all one in Christ Jesus.” Again, all equal. Yet He gives guidance on how to utilize the gifts He gives us if we are a man or woman. For instance; “I do not permit a woman to teach or to exercise authority over a man; rather she is to remain quiet”. Because of the rest of the content of the Bible, I know this isn’t because God doesn’t value a woman’s intellect, or doubt her capabilities. It doesn’t mean He never gives women gifts of teaching, or leading. It merely means He has other avenues for us in which to use those gifts--and honestly if we think we are only truly valued if we are able to teach men then what does that say to the value we place on other women, the importance of their instruction? Or why should we not be content to guide and teach the next generation in the way that they should go?

Any unbalance between the sexes does not come from Biblical, gender based roles being imposed upon them but rather by the abuse or neglect of those roles by men or women due to the sin nature we all inherit.

I also believe it is harmful to attempt to minimize the differences between men and women. We are all created in His image but He chose two unique subcategories. This doesn’t mean that any particular sex has a monopoly on any character quality or physical trait, whether it be emotional intuition, physical strength, patience, intellect, verbal communication, leadership, problem solving, compassion, cooking skills, organizational ability, empathy, service, or anything else under the sun. God makes us each individually unique and our experiences in life do much to shape us. Perhaps that is why people sometimes try so hard to avoid having categories of “feminine” and “masculine”. Nobody really fits completely inside one box or the other. However, I think this is not because femininity and masculinity are merely artifice but because both come from God. He is neither man nor woman, nor even the sum of both together and we are too limited and finite right now to fully understand Him. But the unique characteristics of our natures, roles and affinities reflect His attributes, from the macho man to the girly girl and every kind of variance in-between. As sinners we will always have something to work on, something to grow to appreciate, or perhaps an area naturally weak or lacking in which God shows us we need to grow, as well as desires or inclinations that may require restraint. Even so, I believe it’s better to acknowledge distinction between men and women as unique creations of God and appreciate the differences between us than to try to disregard them entirely.

One day we will see clearly and know fully, both our God and ourselves.  Beloved, now we are children of God; and it has not yet been revealed what we shall be, but we know that when He is revealed, we shall be like Him, for we shall see Him as He is.” For now, when we embrace our roles and follow them in the unique ways God has planned for us, when we grow in our areas of weakness and utilize our strengths in accordance with His design, we not only stay in the path He has laid for us but also understand and know Him better here and now. And what calling could be greater than that? “For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand, that we should walk in them.”

Saturday, June 27, 2015

joy

by Alanna

This week has been hard. Giving in to fear, believing lies. Acting out of my own selfish heart, all my decisions grown out of fear. I want to protect my heart, and so I lock it up sometimes and hide the key. And depression- that ugly word that I rarely admit to even myself- it grows in my solitude.  I wake with a heavy burden on me, my heart who knows where but not here and not beating joy and love. Sometimes I blame Him, when I know that if it wasn't for His rescue of me, I'd be hopelessly lost. Sometimes I envy those who seem to wake up to joy. No matter how their life is going, joy comes easy and they are happy. And when my life is beautiful and blessed, full of people who love me dearly, with a shining sun and a beautiful place to live, I cry because I can't shake this. Why is joy so hard to grasp? This baby girl crawls toward me with her big smile, sure that I love her. And I'm sure of the Father's love like this. Why don't I run to Him? I read these words over and over again, written on my whiteboard. Out loud. Silent. I believe these promises to be true.

And the ransomed of the Lord 
shall return and come to Zion 
with singing; 
everlasting joy
shall be on their heads;
they shall obtain gladness and joy,
and sorrow and sighing shall flee away.
I, I am He who comforts you;
who are you that you are afraid
of man who dies
of the son of man who is made like grass,
and have forgotten the Lord,
Your Maker
who stretched out the heavens 
and laid the foundations of the earth...

Everlasting joy. A some day promise that I long for with all my heart. And a Comforter- here, today, in the midst of all this. My Maker. I want to run to Him and I don't want to just wait and hope for the someday promises. I want to reach for joy today. No matter how many times it takes, to choose to rejoice. Because for some of us the quest for joy is a battle. Thankful that we have a Mighty God on our side.

Friday, May 29, 2015

unsteady

by Alanna

I type this at the kitchen table, and next to me stands baby girl, holding on to the chair with two hands.  When she’s brave she only uses one.  She sticks out her tongue and focuses, her whole body wobbling as she balances on tiptoes.  Sometimes she’s not even standing up straight, her little bottom sticking out.  She first started pulling herself up about a month ago.  I used to be scared, hovering not too far away.  Her knees cave inward, her dark curly head wobbles from side to side and looks as if it will pull her whole body down with it.  She is so very unsteady.  And I’m protective, and it used to scare me.  Our hard wood floors beneath her.  But now I wash dishes in the kitchen while she stands at the couch, still shaking unsteady and smiling at me.  Because although it appears precarious to me, I could count the times on one hand that she’s fallen.  She somehow always manages to grab on to something as she’s tipping, or she sits herself down hard.  She knows how to get down without hurting herself.  In some ways, I see me in her.  So very unsteady.  I’m the one, tentatively, pulling myself back up after I’m down again.  One more bad attitude, grumpy tears springing to my eyes when baby girl wakes up from daddy’s drill and I don’t get to nap.  My ugly self gnaws at me some days.  And I’m afraid to stand, afraid to try.  Because sometimes my Christian walk seems so very unsteady.  I stand on tiptoes on grace, rather than letting my feet rest solid.  I don’t trust.  But somehow He holds me.  And miracle of miracles, I don’t fall to crack my head on the hard floor.  Miracle- unsteady me, held up by grace.  Sinful me, held up by His strong arms.  So I don’t want to fear.  If my faith and my love and my patience are going to be lacking, I want to at least trust that He is at work in me.  That someday me and baby girl will both stand more steady.  She reminds me to keep trying, and to smile in the midst of these attempts.  Thanks to our good Father, we are both held up by grace.      

Thursday, May 21, 2015

happy birthday



by Alanna
May 20th, 2015
 
Dear little one,

I don’t miss you these days, 
in the sense that I wish you were here with me.
I know that God put you where you are 
and I’m so sure that His plan was best. 
I still ache to see you
to watch you grow 
to catch a glimpse of the things God is doing 
now in your life. 
I still ache with mommy love and prayers for you. 
My daughter lays her head on my shoulder now
and another life grows inside my tummy. 
And I’m glad that God grows love this way
that He gives beauty for ashes. 
He puts the lonely into families
He makes the barren women rejoice. 
But I know who opened my heart to love like this.  
It was you. 
You will always have my heart dear one.   
You are turning 6 today.   
Not a baby anymore, not even a toddler, 
but a growing little boy.   
I hope this birthday is extra special for you.  
I pray that it’s the one where the eyes of your heart start to open- 
to the One who gave you life.  
To the One who loves you 
more than any mommy ever could.    
I hope you know, today, how loved you are.  
Happy Birthday

with all my heart

Sunday, April 26, 2015

What Defines You

By Mary

There's so much in this life that we can choose to be our definition--something in our background, our heritage, our history, something bad that happens, something good, achievements, position...

Lately I feel like I hear all the time of people who seem to view themselves a certain way, tinted by whichever facts they choose about who they are, what they do, or things that have happened to them. They want to be sure others take these things into consideration when they interact with them. Maybe I sort of do this too?

So I've thought a lot lately about what I really want to define me. And don't get me wrong, everything you experience in life shapes you. That's how it works. But when I boil myself down to one thing, it's not something like my childhood experiences, being a woman, being a wife or being a mother that defines me. It's Christ in me. Other things are pieces of me, sure, but I want it all tinted by Him. Just Him. I guess it's a goal, as well as a fact. He is the defining thing about me, now may how I live show the world that definition.

Monday, March 2, 2015

remembering

by Alanna


God works miracles. Sometimes I forget. Sometimes I get lost in this life, in nappies and laundry and a never-ending sink full of dirty dishes. In this baby and in my husband and in trying to love them when I still struggle with darkness inside of me. I let myself be still last weekend- let her fall asleep against me and just held her close and talked to my Father. Then another night I knelt by her crib. And my knees remembered another hard wood floor, in the back corner of that nursery, next to his crib. I prayed for him fervently then, and God heard. Tonight I saw his pictures, from when I first met him and the boy he grew to be, and they took my breath away. 

God worked miracles in his life. Why do I doubt him now? Tonight I read through all my correspondence, back and forth for long months, while I tried to sort out a way to bring him home here to me. I remember writing those words, reading the replies, crying in front of computer screens. Praying, always praying. God heard. It broke my heart that summer, the one where God took an orphan and gave him a home. It was beautiful and it was miraculous but I ached for my own part in the story and my own loss. Just a few weeks later this man asked me to take a new path in life, with him. It was unexpected and my heart was aching, but God took my hand and gently guided me into this crazy beautiful thing called marriage. 

I couldn't have imagined then, in all that heartache, what things God held for me. And now I still ask why? Why this struggle? Why my own nightmares and fears? Why is this race so hard and when can we come home to You? I've forgotten the miracles. And not just the miracles. I've forgotten the sheer joy and beauty of loving, with everything in you, no matter what pain awaits. The beauty of prayers answered and desires denied and just watching in awe while God unfolds His plans. He is faithful. I could type it a thousand times on this blog, and still wake up in the morning to three sinful souls in this house and forget. Loving, trusting, leaning on His arms. Unfailing love that leads me on. Tonight I could lay aside all my worry about the future, all my petty selfish ways, my wants, my fears. Tonight I could lean into His heart and just remember.