Summer 2009

Well, Summer is finally here! It was a great but busy year of school, I definitely loved it but am thankful for a bit of a break! I am currently in Iowa spending some time with my sister and her family and visiting some friends here before heading overseas for the rest of the summer. It is my intention to keep this somewhat updated throughout the summer; we'll see how I do, I guess. I'm really excited to be doing an internship with Avant Ministries in Malaga, Spain this summer and to then go to Portugal for three weeks to visit my parents and be involved with a summer ministry with my church there.

I have been asked by several to post my summer itinerary so here it is:

May 17-29: Des Moines, Iowa (visiting friends and family and resting after a chaotic end to the semester!)

May 29-31: Orientation with Avant in Kansas City, MO
May 31: Fly out to Spain!!!
June 1- July 8:Internship with Avant in Malaga, Spain
July 9-29: Visit family and friends and help church out in Lisbon, Portugal
July 30-31: Debriefing in Kansas City.
August 1-6: Visit a friend in Colorado
August 6-7: Visit friend in Kansas City
August 8: Back to Chicago for RA orientation and getting my floor ready for next year!

dream

You know those conversations where you come away and feel as though the person you've just talked with has given you permission to dream your dream? that thing that you want so badly to do with your life that seems so intangible? Well, i had coffee with a friend today and I feel like thats what happened. She even dreamed with me. blessed.

"Life" by Charlotte Bronte

[this is perhaps one of my favorite poems. I sort of rediscovered it lately. Emily made me a box covered with a world map pieced carefully over it and wrote a portion of the poem (the part about HOPE) over the front of the box that happens to be covered with Africa. i want so badly to go, but i am here now and that is enough. its been a precious day, actually. its been so exciting to see all my girls and hear about their breaks. Amy said i seem like i'm surrounded in warm fuzzies. I feel like i'm in love. this place is becoming a home of sorts. i like it. here's the poem.]

Life,believe, is not a dream
So dark as sages say;
Oft a little morning rain
Foretells a pleasant day.
Sometimes there are clouds of gloom,
But these are transient all;
If the shower will make the roses bloom,
O why lament its fall?
Rapidly, merrily,
Life's sunny hours flit by,
Gratefully, cheerily
Enjoy them as they fly!
What though Death at times steps in,
And calls our Best away?
What though sorrow seems to win,
O'er hope, a heavy sway?
Yet Hope again elastic springs,
Unconquered, though she fell;
Still buoyant are her golden wings,
Still strong to bear us well.
Manfully, fearlessly,
The day of trial bear,
For gloriously, victoriously,
Can courage quell despair!

[lastly, i would like to thank Billy Creech for introducing me to this poem over three years ago. its come to mean a lot. :)]

refreshing.

Its thunderstorming today. I went for a short walk and LOVED it. Its not too cold and rain on my face felt so refreshing. There's something about being out in the rain that makes me feel alive. I kinda like days like these. I love reading in front of the window and listening to the rain. beautiful.

a beautiful night

I got to spend sweet time with Laurie tonight. We went for a late dinner at Panang then took a walk to Jewel and came back to school. Then, she and Elsa joined me in my apartment and baked almost a million cookies. almost. We delivered them to the girls on my floor and there are about half a million or so still sitting on my coffee table. it was so much fun! I forgot how funny the three of us are together after 9 pm. Things get a little crazy and we don't remember much of it. haha. i love them!

mom, home, armitage

I've missed my mom a lot the past few days. I've missed home in general a lot. She asked me when I want to come home next to which I replied that if it is even in the realm of possibility, I want to spend at least a week in Lisbon this summer. Hopefully I will be either in London, Cyprus or Istanbul (for anyone reading this that hasn't heard the Cyprus or Istanbul options please don't freak out...) for my internship so maybe I can stop on the way or take a break. It would be sweet refreshment. I really miss the cliffs and the ocean and the cobble stone streets and my small but BEAUTIFUL church family.

So much is going on in my heart and mind right now. I feel like I can't keep up. God is revolutionizing my thoughts on Christian Love in the Body of Christ and the responsibilities of the church. I can't ignore the passion and desire rising in my heart for the innocent that are suffering around the world at the hands of oppressors, disease, famine, etc. For so long I've been acknowledging that suffering and have been "tender hearted" for it but its hitting closer to home than ever and everywhere I turn God is breaking me with it. He's calling my heart to suffering with them and give them a voice. I don't know what that looks like yet but I know that is has huge implications for my future and that He's leading me to places I've never been before. This both excites and scares me. But, I've been praying for God to break my heart with the things that break His and that is exactally what He's doing.

This has been a short break from my five hours of homework at Argo Tea off the Armitage brown line stop- I really like this corner of the city. I scored an incredible window seat and am thoroughly enjoying watching people walk by as I work. its kinda flurrying too and as much as I am ready to be done with the snow, it is somewhat magical!

grace and peace. More thoughts to come (maybe during my next study break in an hour or so...) on Shalom.

two great things i experienced at starbucks today

1. a seat by the window with the sun shining brightly outside.
2. red velvet cupcake accompanied by a cinnamon dulche latte.

thats all for now.

just a few random thoughts...

I saw a sign today outside the dining room explaining that if we lose our fobs (the devices on which our meals are counted...) they won't let us into the cafeteria. Our options are either to go to facilities to get a new one ($10) or pay for our meal (roughly $6-$8). Under that someone wrote in pen "OR STARVE." and I've been thinking about how I use words. I tend to exaggerate and use somewhat extreme language at times. But, I think doing so does our words a diservice. I'm more convinced every day that our words hold so much power. Power to encourage, to fight, to tear down, to instruct, to enlighten, the list goes on. When I say I starve because I miss a meal, in a sense, it feels to me, like I belittle the severity of the word as it applies to those who actually have no eaten anything for days. I'm trying to be careful with my words.

I've also been thinking about the beauty and grace portrayed in love and trust. I was sitting at Joe's yesterday reading when two people walked in. I think they are both new here this semester. The girl is blind and was being led by a guy. I learned today that they didn't know each other before. I don't know the nature of their relationship but I think they're just friends. He took her arm and guided her and she trusted him completely. There is so much sacrifice on his part. His willingness to adjust his schedule is breathtaking to me (he escorts her most places during the day). Her trust is him is likewise beautiful. I want to love sacrificially, to put the needs of others above my own. I want to trust like that.

On a semi-less reflective and serious note, I'm going ice skating for the first time ever this afternoon! Katie and I are going. I'm really excited! The sun is shining too (a rarity for Chicago in the winter)!

Along the Road

Dr. Schmutzer quoted this poem when we met for our directed study discussion today. Its one that I read along time ago and loved but haven't visited for a while.

Along the Road
by Robert Browning Hamilton

I walked a mile with Pleasure,
She chattered all the way;
But left me none the wiser,
For all she had to say.
I walked a mile with Sorrow
And ne'er a word said she;
But, oh, the things I learned from her
When Sorrow walked with me!

one week down...

and 15 to go! :)
The first week of classes is almost up! I have a pretty great schedule; I'm done by noon or 12:15 everyday! The classes I'm taking are phenomenal! I'm really excited!!! Each class I go to I come away and mull over things for the rest of the day. What really thrills me is how much everything overlaps. There are distinct threads that carry through all of my classes. I love that. And the threads are things that I am most passionate about. It makes me look forward to years down the road when I will be able to look back and see how God used the perspectives and classes to orchestrate and direct my path.
Its going to be a really busy semester with a lot of books to read and papers to write all the time. But its so great.

School has only been back in session for a week though I have been here for a few. Already, though, it seems like life is piling up and colliding so quickly. Part of it excites me and part of it, in a way, breaks me. Breaks my heart and increases the yearning of my soul for the Lord and for the day when He redeems our brokenness.

breakfast, coffee, walks, and tragedy.

There are a few things that I especially love to do with my close friends: going out for breakfast, going out for coffee and quality conversation and taking long walks, especially semi-late at night, even if it is really cold. I have a few friends that I share breakfast with on a semi-regular basis and its splendid. I've gotten to do all three things in the last few days and it warms my heart. I had breakfast with some amazing women this morning, for example, at 3rd coast which is quickly becoming a favorite place (I've been there 3 times in the last week and a half). I also had an early thanksgiving dinner today and Maureen and Abbie's. I always come away from their house amazingly blessed, I can't even explain it except to say that within the walls of that apartment the love of Jesus is experienced in a way that I have yet to experience elsewhere. Tonight I got the double blessing of riding home with new friends, Jeremy and Julia, precious people. I hope I get to spend time with them again sometime at least semi-soon.

I just got some hard news from my mom about people who are, in many ways, closer than family to me in Portugal: my "aunts" and "uncles" during my five years there with relational threads that run deep and will continue through the rest of my life. I won't go into detail but I feel as though my world has been shaken. Its a strange sensation because I'm now so far removed from it all being here in college but at the same time still feel so deeply, intimately connected to it. I feel as though the roots I put down there, the roots I still, to some degree, feel like I have there are in completely different soil now than when I left. I'm not sure what to do with that reality. Part of me mourns the loss of it all and part of me just wants to shrug and say that's life and I have a hard time reconciling the two. I guess that this is just the beginning. The whole process is only going to continue and get more complicated as I get older. Times and realizations like these make me all the more glad that there is more to life than what my eyes can see or my heart can feel.

its that time of year...

Its that time of year when people pull out their hats and scarves and wool coats.

Its that time of year when I officially can't wear flip flops anymore because my feet will freeze.

Its the time of year when its so cold that it makes your eyes water and then your eyelashes freeze shut, a truly absurd feeling.

Its that time of year when my hair freezes because its usually still wet when I go outside.

Its that time of year when it gets dark outside at 4:30pm here in Chicago.

Its that time of year when the only things left on most of the trees are little red berries.

Its that time of year when my glasses fog up when I step inside.

Its that time of year when almost every warm drink has peppermint in it.

Its that time of year with magical evenings of snow flurries.

Its that time of the year when Christmas lights and decorations are strewn across the city trees and lamp posts.

Its that time of year that big, fake, evergreens are placed in front of huge windows and decorated beautifully.

Its that time of year when 93.9 has Christmas music playing non-stop.

Its that time of year that I pull my boots out.

Its that time of year when people seem to become warm inside, I think I've been getting a lot more hugs lately. :)

Its that time of year that I especially think of my family and fun traditions (Chris, mom, It snowed here for the first time a few days ago and I so badly wanted to eat dinner by candle light! :)

Its that time of year when Ange and I do our 1000 + piece Christmas puzzle. (I guess its been a few years...)

Its that time of year that my mom makes her amazing cereal/M&M mix, russian tea cakes and chocolate covered pretzels.

Its that time of year that I remember all the festivities in Lisbon and realize that they're still going on without me and I'm missing them...

Its the time of year when everyone gives each other ferrer rocher chocolates, bolo rei, and those amazing chocolates in the shapes of sea creatures, I'm somewhat sad that I can't remember what they are called.

Its that time of year when I eat way too much chocolate and five bolo reis sit on top of our fridge untouched because no one likes them.

Its that time of year that the castanha venders are lining the streets.

Its that time of year when Lisbon's Christmas light displays beautifully illumine the city.

Its that time of year when the malls are PACKED and not quite worth going to unless its before noon.

Its that time of year when the biggest Christmas Tree I have ever seen is put up in Belem.

Its that time of the year when I miss Portugal the most.

Its that time of year when I would willingly eat an entire bolo rei (fruit cake) if it meant I could be back there again.

Maybe next year. For now, I get to enjoy the winter beauty of Chicago: carraige rides, snow, leafless trees, and my amazing and beautiful friends.

one week from today

I'm thrilled! One week from today I will be in Iowa having a mom day. It will be the first one in a long while and probably the last for a while too. We're going to spend the day together, probably doing a little bit of Christmas shopping and just talking, having "cokes" like old times. I can't wait.

good morning, winter.

Its been snowing, (more like flurrying, I guess) around here. Its beautiful but the cold, grey skies are settling in. This kind of weather always makes me pensive and nostalgic. I keep thinking of Portugal and longing to be living in my sweet memories. Cobblestone streets, ancient churches, castanhas, cafe, two-hour long lunch breaks. It seems further way each day...

A large part of my extended family was together for my cousin's wedding this weekend and I wished so badly that I could have been there. I guess the bright side is that I will see them in almost two weeks for Thanksgiving. I'm looking forward to that. It will probably be the last time for a while. I never know. But its coming, and for today, that is enough.

Disturbed

Her face will be forever etched in my memory. I see her whenever a homeless person asks me for money or a beggar pleads with me for food. I don’t know her name but I will never forget her sunken face, gray wiry hair, horrid odor and dingy, red coat. The stale stench of the urine-stained subway tunnels and platforms takes me back to the moment I first saw her.

I was eating dinner with my two sisters, their husbands and my boyfriend when she approached us. Moments earlier we had been arguing about the plates of food we had left on our table and who was going to eat them. My brother-in-law had cringed as he sipped his green, organic juice. “I don’t know who would ever want to drink this,” he had said. He sipped my sister’s water and left his neglected juice to the side of the table. We continued bantering about the left over food, all but forcing my boyfriend to eat it.

She had shuffled by a few times, and had hesitantly glanced our direction each time she had passed. I was pretty sure I had seen her on the building steps as we left the subway station. Now she was walking toward our table sheepishly. Her frame was fragile and her eyes were hollow, her posture humiliating, her odor overwhelming.

“Can we give her the food?” my boyfriend asked. None of us really spoke but shifted the plates from in front of us, setting them on the edge of the table where she stood. Her eyes fluttered as she courageously asked my brother-in-law for the remaining sips of his juice. He looked at me for a translation and handed her his cup, compassionately silent as she removed the straw from the cup and gulped down the liquid we had all been too disgusted to consume.

While we exchanged minimal conversation with her, sharing our scraps, the manager of the restaurant stormed outside to the patio where we were dining on the cobblestone and yelled at her in Portuguese. My sisters and brothers-in-law looked to me and Brad as we tried to speak above his yelling in this woman’s defense. She wasn’t begging, we had offered her the food and she wasn’t disturbing our dinner. The only thing disturbed was the concept of compassion and love in my heart. As we watched the woman limp away at the urging of the manager, I held back the anger and tears and translated the conversation for my family. We said very little as we walked around the city the rest of the night; it looked vastly different.