Friday, November 27, 2009

Endless Gifts

It was about two years ago when I started my first book of One Thousand Gifts. Yesterday I recorded gift number 3,166. I have been pretty consistent through these months, although sometimes I go for several days without listing anything. I don't want to be legalistic about it!

It has been such a good experience for me, and I don't think I will ever stop. It's a simple exercise in acknowledging reality. Romans 8:28 says that for those who love God (and we do), and for those who are called for His purpose (and we are), He will cause everything to work together for good. And He does. My list affirms that He knows what He is doing, even when I don't.

So the list is filled with tons of gifts that look like blessings. Writing them down makes me acknowledge that my life is FILLED with good things. And the list also includes some things that don't look like blessings, but I believe are there in my life for His good purpose.

Sunday, November 22, 2009

What Do You Call Your Grandma?


I had two grandmothers – I guess we all do, right? My maternal grandmother was Grandma, and my paternal grandmother was Memere. Grandma was born in Ireland, and Memere was born in Vermont of French Canadian parents. I have only one vague memory of each of these women, as both died when I was still very young. But whenever my parents or older siblings spoke of them, these were the names they used.

I had always thought that memere was French for grandma, but when I tried googling it this morning, I learned the French word is grandmere. So where does memere come from? Did my parents make it up??? A little more online searching revealed that memere is only used by French Canadians, not by grandmas in France. Makes sense, since my memere was many generations removed from her family’s roots in France. My search also revealed that memere is a French Canadian slang term for a fat old lady. Ouch!

My sister-in-law is Mimi. My sister asks her grandchildren to call her Granny, and from the time they are born she carries them and sings softly into their ears, “I’m your granny, and I’m your favorite!” I grew up in the southeastern U.S., where most grandmas are called mamaw. In the Philippines, a grandma is a lola. I like the sound of that. I am Lola to many little ones here at IGSL, so I’m used to it already. To our kids from northwest Myanmar, I am Pipi. This week, with a new Nepali baby in the house, I am Hajouraama—quite a mouthful for a little mouth!

So how about you? What do you call your grandma? I need to know—I will be one in three more weeks!

Thursday, November 19, 2009

Intersection of the Last Two Posts

My last post was about our guest room, and the one before that was about Baby Sandesh. For the past week my world has revolved around Sandesh and his family who are staying in our guest room! Here he is, resting on the famous Bombay cotton sheets. Mom and baby came home from the hospital on Thursday, then Dad arrived from Nepal on Monday. It has been a precious time of watching these dear ones taking their first steps as a family of three. We have loved that it could happen under our roof.

Still having sleepless nights, but enjoying it all.


Saturday, November 14, 2009

Our House

Our house has three bedrooms. The first is our master bedroom. I decorated it nicely right after we moved in. The second was Matt's room when he still lived with us. It's the room where James keeps all his weightlifting apparatus, which I think is very unsightly! So I hardly ever go into that room. The third room is our guest room. It has a bed, bedside tables, and a built in cabinet. I use that room as my office, too. For some reason, I never got around to decorating it. I used a bedspread and curtains from our former house, and left it at that -- just functional.

A few months ago, I decided I should really try to make it more attractive, especially since we do have guests from time to time. I found some pretty fabric (see above) which inspired me to try to make it look nice with a rust and gold color motif. I just worked on it little by little and finally last week I finished everything. We have a lot of pictures, vases, and other knick-knacks that were given to us by our students from different Asian countries. I pulled together the ones that fit with my theme/motif, and I am really happy with how it turned out. My friend told me yesterday that it looks like an Asian hotel room now. Would you like to have a tour?

Here is the bed with the pretty bedspread and matching curtains. I made the bedspread and pillows, but hired someone to do the curtains, because it is time consuming.

Everything in the room has a story, even the sheets on the bed! They were given to us during our first trip to India. James taught two weeks of Bible classes for the CCC staff, and this was their way of saying thanks. We fell in love with India during that trip! The sheets are made of Bombay cotton, and are sort of an overview of the history and geography of India. Not your ordinary bedsheets! Bombay cotton must be good stuff, because we have been using them for seven years and they are still going strong.

This is a wall hanging given to us by one of our students from China. It is based on the Bible verse about forgetting what lies behind and pressing on to what lies ahead. I can still remember Jun An, the Chinese student, earnestly explaining the meaning of the verses. We are proud of our graduates in China, and would love to visit them someday.

If you are our guest, one of the first things you will see when you open your eyes in the morning is this elephant from Thailand. I can't begin to count the number of elephant gifts we have received from Thailand. Wooden, brass, and cloth elephants, elephant t-shirts, elephant bags, elephant coasters. It's definitely the favorite animal there. This was a pillow cover, but I thought it was so pretty that I un-stitched it and had it framed here in the Philippines. We have been to Thailand several times because we usually fly through Bangkok on our way to any other Asian country we are visiting. Visiting our graduates in Thailand is always a highlight for me. I am already trying to figure out when I can visit again. So get your guest room ready, Ruth!

This is a vase from Myanmar. Zam and Mimi, the couple who gave it to us, were our first graduates from Myanmar almost 20 years ago. We have more than 30 graduates there now, and they are working in a very difficult ministry situation. My heart aches when I think about Myanmar. We have been there twice.

I want to give you a closer look. The beautiful dark red design on the vase is a classic Burmese art form. It is made from layers and layers of lacquer, painstakingly applied one layer at a time. It's so elegant!

The natural reeds that form the background for these shelves are from Japan. But we did not receive them from a student. In the mall near our house there is a Japanese discount store that sells every item in the store for $1.83. So that's how I got the Japanese look -- we don't have any students from Japan! Hahaha! So I don't have any emotional response to the reed mats, but I think they are cute.

Now, back to the things that have memories for me. . . Aren't these vases lovely? We received them when we visited North India. They are brass vases inlaid with marble. When I see the vases, what comes to mind was the amazing time we had in Delhi last year with our graduates Deepak and Anuja, as they introduced us to their young disciples from Kashmir. I can still hear the melody of a room full of young men from Muslim backgrounds, all new believers, singing praise songs to Jesus. It was an unforgettable experience.

This tiny vase was given to us by Bernard and Sujeema, our former students from Sri Lanka. It's made of etched brass with black lacquer. We are currently emailing back and forth with Bernard to arrange a trip to Sri Lanka next year, hopefully in May. I can't wait!

This is a framed piece of Indonesian batik cloth. The cloth was given to me by one of our Filipino faculty colleagues who traveled to Indonesia for ministry. I love the picture because it depicts a worker bringing in the harvest -- and reminds me of all of our Indonesian graduates who are doing exactly that. Some of our dear Indonesians have been facing severe persecution in the past few years, and the batik harvester always reminds me to pray for them.

This brass sailboat comes from Bangladesh. It was a gift from Hirak and Metali, the couple who hosted my trip to Bangladesh earlier this year. I have such good memories from Bangladesh, and I smile whenever I see the sailboat. And, plans are in the works for another trip to Bangladesh!

I always enjoy scented candles. This pretty candle was made in the Philippines. It has real leaves embedded in the wax. I have had it for years, but it fits my color scheme perfectly, so now it has found a place in my special room. I use this room to sit and read and have my quiet time, and the sweet-smelling candle adds to the peaceful ambiance. I love it!

This is my reading corner, and the pretty square basket, also from the Philippines, holds my Bible, pens, journal, and whatever I am currently reading. The Philippines is home to us, so many things in the room are from the Philippines. Now when I wake up in the morning, I look forward to coming into this room to read and pray and work. I thought I was decorating it for our guests, but it turns out I am the one who is blessed.

So that, my friends, is my favorite room in the house, our Asian hotel room. When are you going to come and visit? I will wash the Bombay cotton sheets and get your bed ready!

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

No Sleep, No Regrets

Yesterday another couple in our IGSL family welcomed a new baby. I didn't get to go into the delivery room this time and hold the mother's hand; it was a Cesarean and the hospital is a bit more strict in those cases. But I did get to hold the new baby a few minutes after he was born. This little guy's name is Sandesh Chhetri. His Mom is from the Philippines and his Dad is from Nepal. Both parents graduated from our school about five years ago, and are serving God in Nepal.

The doctor at the left is Dr. Mayette Sapaula, who delivers all of IGSL's babies. It's her special ministry to our school. She is my favorite obstetrician in the whole world! She has delivered literally thousands of babies. Each time, she holds the child in her arms for a moment and prays for his life and future. On my left is the baby's auntie.

This is Sandesh with his Mom. Dad is still in Nepal. He is scheduled to arrive next Monday. Sandesh was expected to arrive a week later, and Dad fully expected to be here for his birth, but Sandesh had other plans. One of my happy chores yesterday was talking to Dad on the phone and telling him that Sandesh had arrived. That was fun -- he was so proud, and insisted that I describe every detail of his appearance. His main question . . . "Does he look like me???" I took these photos to email to Dad.

I spent the night at the hospital trying to help Mom and Baby get the hang of breastfeeding. I am much too old to be waking up every two hours. But I loved every minute of it.


Saturday, November 07, 2009

A Grandma Shower

The ladies in my office gave me a "grandma shower" recently. We went to a Japanese restaurant, laughed, prayed, and ate, and they presented me with little boy clothes for baby Daniel James. The Japanese restaurant had no connection to anything. They just thought it would be fun. And it was.

We are expecting our little guy to make his arrival in about six more weeks. The last time I talked to Michelle I said, "It's going to be soon, the date is almost here!" She said, "Mom, that's not soon! It's still a long time to wait!" I guess there is a big difference in the perspective of a mom and grandma. I'm not the one with the the body inhabited by two people! But I do remember that feeling . . . being soooooo tired of waddling instead of walking, wanting some SPACE for my stomach and bladder. So Michelle is definitely in my prayers these days.

In Tagalog (the language of the Philippines), the word for grandchild is "apo". One of my colleagues told me that grandmothers have an apo-stolic ministry. Corny, I know. But it made me smile! Another friend gave me a book called 365 Meditations for Grandmothers. It talks about the many important ministries a grandma has in her grandchild's life. I never knew any of my own grandparents, so this is all totally new to me. I'm already starting my first ministry of praying for Danny's life-- what a joy!

Monday, November 02, 2009

Overflowing

Overflowing, overflowing, overflowing grace (Rom. 5:15)
Precious gift from You, Father, that can never be contained
You saw my need, my broken world, my fallen heart
And you gave me Your Son . . . Oh, far beyond imagination!

Oh, Your grace overflows, overflows in my heart
Let the world see the overflow and praise You!

Overflowing, overflowing, overflowing hope (Rom. 15:13)
By the power of Your Spirit as I put my trust in You
I look ahead at days to come, there's no fear
And I find joy and peace . . . Oh, far beyond imagination!

Oh, Your hope overflows, overflows in my heart
Let the world see the overflow and praise You!

Overflowing, overflowing, overflowing joy
(II Cor. 8:2, Phil. 1:26, II Cor. 7:4)

Just to be in Your family and to never be alone
Bearing burdens, sharing sorrows, tasting tears
And You turn it all to good . . . Oh, far beyond imagination!

Oh, Your joy overflows, overflows in my heart
Let the world see the overflow and praise You!

Overflowing, overflowing, overflowing comfort (II Cor. 1:5)
From You, Father of Compassion, to my soul in my distress
You heal my pain, then let me see Your aching world
And there I am Your servant . . . Oh far beyond imagination!

Oh, Your comfort overflows, overflows in my heart
Let the world see the overflow and praise You!

Overflowing, overflowing, overflowing love (I Thess. 3:12)
From one heart to another, holy, pure, spreading wide
Loving brothers, loving sisters, joy to me
And it gives You such delight . . . Oh, far beyond imagination!

Oh, Your love overflows, overflows in my heart
Let the world see the overflow and praise You!

Overflowing, overflowing, overflowing thanks (Col. 2:7; II Cor. 4:15)
For the treasure that you gave us, hidden in these jars of clay
Rooted deep, growing strong, Christ in us
And this mystery brings you glory . . . O, far beyond imagination!

Oh, our thanks overflows, overflows in our hearts
Let the world see the overflow and praise You!


I wrote this poem last year after doing a word study on "overflowing" in the New Testament. The photo is from my friend Ruth, a gifted photographer. When I saw this photo, I thought the photo and the poem belonged together! The photo is posted with her permission and the poem with her encouragement.