From Sunday evening to Friday afternoon I’m attending a conference for folks who have worked overseas and are returning to life in North America –whether for a home assignment of a year or a longer stretch of time.
I’ve heard good reports from those who have attended this conference and would appreciate your prayers. Guess what …I am still adjusting to life in the U.S. I used to joke that I had no idea how American I was until I went to China. That’s NOT how you line up for a bus. OR That is clearly cheating. You can call it ‘helping’ all the live long day, but when whispering is involved while taking a test it is CHEATING.
I now see ways in which China has seeped more deeply into me than I’d been aware and the jokes on me :).
I love fortune cookies even though they are not Chinese. I love them because of the randomness of the message — will it be funny? profound? completely off base? Or will it be one that you simply must take a picture of?
This gem came from a dinner out with my parents:
Sorry it’s a bit blurry. But remember, you are the flexible person. Ha!
I don’t have a tattoo and if this weren’t so long, it’s the kind of not-so-subtle message I could use on my arm. At times it is easy to be flexible, isn’t it?
All zen and full of the peace of Christ and you go first … no really, you go.
But there are others when an ugly monster rises up and out of frustration at all of the shoving people in the Post Office you find yourself swatting at those around you with fleece mittens. Um, hypothetically. Just pulled that one from thin air. Not one of my finer moments.
Remember grace and peace and zombies? I need God’s grace so that I can be the flexible one and thus peaceful in my interactions. But I also need this reminder, an act of grace, really. This prophetic word that I AM the flexible one. You ARE the flexible one.
Not a suggestion with plenty of loopholes. I’m the flexible one unless I’m in a hurry or have health problems or my kids are annoying. We aren’t made to be robots, having inauthentic reactions to situations. If your kids are annoying, it’s OK to be annoyed but can you (can I) aim for being a bit more flexible whatever our “present situation” may be?
I love that true wisdom can come in many forms, don’t you? Thanks for praying for me this week as this adjustment process continues.
P.S. I’ve checked into the place and I have my own room!!! (This is exclamation point worthy! As a single who is used to being assigned with random people I don’t know at events like this, I am thrilled. Rejoice with me!)