Pushing Through the Antinome

Not that I speak from want, for I have learned to be content in whatever circumstances I am. I know how to get along with humble means, and I also know how to live in prosperity; in any and every circumstance I have learned the secret of being filled and going hungry, both of having abundance and suffering need. I can do all things through Him who strengthens me.” – Philippians 4:11-13 (NASB)

You know sometimes I want the finality of it all. I want to arrive at the “I have learned” conclusion before putting in the time. I forget that for Paul to have spoken with such confidence that he is not speaking from want, he must have experienced speaking from want before. I forget that for him to state, through the Holy Spirit’s inspiration, that he has learned to be content, he must have known the antinome too.

It hit me as I ran beside my daughter. We were approaching her second-wind breaking point – that tension before her next burst of endurance. I had studied her face for the past half mile as the tension slowly built and I knew the challenge she was feeling. I remembered, all too well, the tension and pressure on your lungs, and that little stitch in your side that feels like it may swell to being unbearable. I remembered, all too well, how far your distance goal feels in that moment and how your mind lays out compelling evidence to stop.
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(A curve along our normal running route.)

“This is your moment,” I told her. “You want the joy of the finish line, then it comes during this push right here. Once you get past this push, the finish line distance becomes a reality.”

Distress wiped from her face. Determination set in her eyebrows. She clenched her teeth, organized her steps and set her gaze. She would win this race. This race in her mind. And she did- even commenting afterward that she still had more left to give.

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(The sun peeking over the trees in an early morning run.)

I want the “I have learned” so many times without the sacrifice to get there. I want the finish line without the work put in day after day to train up to my goal. I want the “I have arrived” without the stretch marks that prove that I can never go back to looking the same, evidence of having worked through that tension. Paul can’t say he knows how to get along if he didn’t wrestle through the “humble means”, “hunger” and “suffering need”. Oh, but I want to dance in the “prosperity”, “being filled” and “abundance” and just forget that the antinome exists.

But here when He calls me yet again to wrestle in the tension, here where He opens the door for reminders of sacrifices, here where I’m broken wide into the messy, here before the “I have learned”- this is where He has brought me. And here I can continue to chip away at each piece of the grand thesis statement. Here I can add another layer to the “I have learned” argument. And here I find that “I have learned” is indeed a lifestyle. Because His Strength has always been extended to me in my time of weakness.

Thanks be to God. He has always stood ready.

Distress is wiping from my face. Determination is setting in my eyebrows. I am clenching my teeth, organizing my steps and setting my gaze. I will win this race. In Christ, I will win this race in my mind.

“And do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind, so that you may prove what the will of God is, that which is good and acceptable and perfect.” – Romans 12:2 (NASB)

 

 “Do you not know that those who run in a race all run, but only one receives the prize? Run in such a way that you may win. Everyone who competes in the games exercises self-control in all things. They then do it to receive a perishable wreath, but we an imperishable. Therefore I run in such a way, as not without aim; I box in such a way, as not beating the air; but I discipline my body and make it my slave, so that, after I have preached to others, I myself will not be disqualified.” – 1 Corinthians 9:24-27 (NASB)

 

 

The Library is Open!

When given the opportunity to crate our belongings from the United States to Mozambique, we were certain to bring many, many books. Thanks to my sister’s research and hard work coupled with homeschool funding through the IMB, my girls are given the gift of English reading in our Portuguese world!

Since access to English books is quite challenging in a non-English speaking country and access to any literature at all is also quite challenging, we came up with a fun idea:

🎉Stauffer Library! 🎉

Stauffer library began with measuring the kid books, measuring the wall space, doing a little math and hand drawing the blueprints to three happy bookshelves. Proce negotiations, logistics for retrieval and three weeks later, the local carpenter produced some happy (and heavy!) book shelves. The girls and I then alphabetized all our chapter books by title and shelved them. Picture books were organized into topics and shelved. Sections were divided and labeled (yay, happy laminator machine). We also filed a section for magazines and a handful of newspaper articles (again hard to find in English so we picked a paper up after waiting for a few months for our trip to South Africa) which was also laminated for durability.

The girls each have their own small basket for the books they are reading each week. Once per week the girls get to rotate being the librarian, serving their library patrons who come in to switch out their books, and reshelving each book alphabetically (for chapter books) or according to topic (for picture books). While waiting for another patron to borrow their books, the girls have enjoyed reading magazine and newspaper articles.

My librarians have been ECSTATIC to get the chance to recommend books that they have read to their sisters and have been perfecting their alphabetizing skills (the littles with adult help).

At the end of library hours everyone has enjoyed returning to the homeschool shelves with their small basket of new books for the week as the library is closed up.

The library has also proven lovely in selecting books to share with English-learning friends and English-speaking teammates as well as making it easier to pull books for homeschool use.

And we even have a library cat! 😉

(This library is cat approved, for sure.)

It’s fun to see my girls still get to “go to the library” while living at least a day’s drive from any potential English library (though we’ve never yet found one).

My bookworms are VERY happy. ❤️

The Seven Year Leap

How is this gorgeous girl SEVEN years old today?!

Hannah Joy, you are such an amazing blessing in our lives. You are such a delight, child. You are Ms. Energy, Ms. Hilarious Laughter, Ms. Spontaneous Sing and Dance Break, Ms. Toothless Smile, Ms. Ray of Sunshine, Ms. Spunk. Hannah, we adore you, child, and your wonderful, adventurous world. Congratulations on leaping into your seventh year with your usual utterly giggly and playful self. You kicked off your seventh birthday rocking a 1.8k (1.15mile) run with me, complete with skipping and high fives along the way. Then after a great day of homeschool, you squealed over Daddy making nachos, as was your birthday dinner choice. And, naturally, you encouraged us all to dress up in our best outfits for your proper, Queenly (and messy) meal. Chocolate cupcakes with blue frosting, soda on a non-Friday (🎉), and a bag of your own candies made. your. world. Opening a few wonderful presents from overly-thoughtful family who sent them along with us to Africa and you rounded out your birthday with huge smiles and many giggles. You even got to say hello to one of your favorite people, cousin Rori, who you always gush over that, “she is just so cuuute!”

Sweet Hannah Joy, happiest of birthdays, girlie.

We are so proud of and encouraged by the spunky little lady you are.

Love you, Hannie.

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Twelve

Twelve years ago I said the best two word sentence of my life; “I do”.

The greatest adventure of our lives started with those wonderful two words.

Matthew, our twelve year anniversary will be spent for most of the day hours apart; me here caring for our little ladies and you finishing up a training weekend and traveling back. And while our anniversary “get-away” will be celebrated surrounded by our community of little people, it sums up our marriage beautifully. We will always find a way to find us in the middle of all the life happening around us. Albeit an extra hug while my hands are in soapy dish water, scooting closer while we’re both answering emails during a rare quiet moment on the couch, putting my water bottle shot-gun in the car because you are reserving my seat even if we’re transporting someone else who could culturally take that place, or endless other little things you do to love me so well. We find a way to be us. Fight to be us. Together.

It has been twelve amazing years, Love. Four wonderful girls. Four semi-crazy dogs. Eight cats. Six guinea pigs. One turtle. Two foster sons. Living in two countries. Visiting four other countries. Countless hours of sleepless nights, newborn snuggles, toddler teething, growing pains, bad dream comforting and middle of the night vomit wake-up calls. Endless tears of heartbreak and utter joy. And I’d do every single second of it over again just to walk alongside of you through it all.

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You just laying with me to hold my hand on a day I didn’t feel well.

Love you, Babe. Love you so!

And yes, Love, next year in anniversary years we’ll finally be teenagers.

The world can’t handle our kind of cool. 😉 Haha.

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*Happy twelve years, Love.*

Here’s to decades more.

Becoming a Stereotype

I wrestle with it. It keeps me up at night. I struggle to put it into words. To assign it a voice and a depth of meaning. Like a Mama bear pacing in front of her cave in some moments. Like an obligation I do not know how to quite carry. A spiraling into the unknown.

I swing between complete responsibility, wrestling to discern maturity during full disclosure, and an “it’s beyond my grasp” deflation. This unknown people becoming known. Because some white people showed up.

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How does one portray them? How can I explain them? Things I wrestle with about their culture that I’m still processing, sometimes aloud. Things I admire. Overwhelming lessons. Overwhelming obligations and responsibilities.

All while walking on a thin line. How can I keep them from becoming a stereotype? They’re not just faces to push a platform. Faces to represent a statement they never made.

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What would their mother think? That baby who could be portrayed as helpless that she has nursed through the first two years of life as her utter prize. Her long awaited miracle. What would his father think seeing his son be portrayed as desperate? That son he is intentionally raising to be a man.

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Tread lightly, beloved, as you tell a story that is not your own. Step carefully and carry the responsibility well as many may unknowingly place an agenda on their shoulders, words in their mouths, or an ideal written on their faces that they would never say.

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He is N’s boy. F’s baby girl. F and Y’s precious sister who my girls run to hug from across the field. They are my precious D and L who pushed past my foreign ways with giggles and I always just so happen to find sitting right beside me each week. He’s A’s boy who always looks after his brother, and holds his hands out to the little ones to make sure they know there’s a seat for them. They and countless others. They are real, live, and utterly amazing people.

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People with voices.

People with stories.

People with hopes.

They are ours because they’ll have us, not because we claim them.

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I wrestle with it. And I think we all should. Because they’re not props. They are people. A bright future. And we have a responsibility to them, whether we know them personally or not. They’re not a status. They’re not a symbol. A poster child for a lesson they never intended to teach.

 

Tread lightly, beloved.

Step carefully and carry the responsibility well.

There’s always so much more to learn. Growth to be had.

(She reminds herself at 2 a.m.).

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How can it even be put into words?

 

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