- "God wants us to be really strong, which is different from the way we might typically desire to be strong. We often want to be strong in a way that reflects well on us. God wants us to be strong in a way that reflects well on him." This article keeps hitting home.
- The Dialect of Questions is a tool I have loved being taught with without realizing it. . .I'd love to get better at using it.
- Because I'm an aspiring linguist, I find this fascinating:
January 23, 2016
January 22, 2016
|Rainy days are for doing school and taking naps (View from balcony)|
|Pretty typical Hawaiian yard plants|
|I'm doing most of the cooking these days.|
Staying home days are a bit of an adventure for me as well. We've taken on the challenge to use up all of the canned and dry goods so I've been looking up recipes that have these things in them, starting to cook them, and then ending up substituting half of the ingredients before it's all said and done. I've never cooked with so many canned vegetables in my entire like. It's weird. But I've been making lots of yummy bread to go along with the interesting things, so it all works out.
Some other random thoughts:
- Crest is way better than Colgate. (I've actually felt this way for a while, but I'm reminded of it again this week)
- Turns out I can't even do 1 pushup correctly. That's about to change.
- Went snorkeling (crazy story!) and scraped my feet up on the reef but my skin is so thick that even the largish gouges didn't bleed. #barefootforlife
|Once again, underwater cameras can document some pretty interesting times.|
- Maybe this should have been first. . .but Taekwondo ROCKS. I found a dojang only 5 minutes down the mountain and the people are so kind and helpful (which looks like really pushing you sometimes). I've bruised up my feet a little, but it's so worth it.
- I've become so aware and thankful of texts and messages and calls from the mainland (or my friends in other countries). It's not like I've moved permanently, but sometimes it feels like it because I can't just call up a friend and say, "Hey, let's get together and talk/do something." I may be an introvert, but that doesn't mean I don't need people. It means I appreciate just being in the same room sometimes. Just listening to my siblings or friends talk. Skype and phones are a poor but necessary substitute. :)
- I've not figured out a nice way to tell little kids that I don't want to pick them up this morning because their breath smells so bad. I have figured out how to put up with it though, because smiley-excited-morning-pajama hugs from these cute littles are the best hugs I've ever had. :)
|View off the balcony just after sunset|
January 15, 2016
|A (sadly) blurry photo of Ellie and I|
"Mommy, I don't want him to do that."
A simple request. One I had no clue would cut me to the heart.
I was sitting next to Ellie during our 'quiet time' soon after my arrival and observing the family routine. (Every day possible the whole clan practices sitting quietly, singing songs, and reading scripture. If the littles aren't aware or focused enough to worship they still must obey and play quietly.) Little Jeff was playing on the floor, while Ellie, as the oldest sibling, was expected to sit on the chair cooperatively -- a task she usually does joyfully.
The request was made again with more urgency, "Mommy. I really don't want him to do that. May he please not do that?"
"Mom" has 3 other less cooperative kids to help, so Ellie is told that Mommy sees and will take care of it. But Mom doesn't immediately stop the action. Now starting to cry, Ellie tried again:
"Mom, I really don't want Jeff to do that with my toy. I don't want him to! Mom, please stop him. He can't do that! Please stop it!" Now in full panic mode, things were starting to get noisy. As an observer, I noted that Ellie had a legitimate request. Jeff was being mischievous and rather naughty. (dousing a teddy bear slowly and methodically with water from a bottle) He was doing something unhealthy, if not actually truly rebellious. So I turned to the scene unfolding between Ellie and Mom.
My urge was to stand up for Ellie, but I quickly saw that Mom wasn't just teaching Ellie about justice today, she was also teaching her about trust. Mom gave Ellie her full attention and started talking softly to her saying "Don't worry, Mommy will take care of it. Settle down. Please calm yourself, I will take care of it." The 7 year-old kept looking at the sad scene on the floor and whimpering and begging mom to stop it and do something.
Finally Mom said firmly, "Ellie, look at me. Look Mommy in the eye. Ellie, who is in charge? Yes, I am. Do you believe that I will take care of it? Settle down. No, look at me. Do you trust that Mommy will take care of it? I will take care of it, so don't worry about what he is doing and calm down."
I saw the struggle. I felt the struggle. Every word spoken sounded like God. I was Ellie. I am 7. . .. begging God to stop people from doing things I don't like. Frantically asking him to fix something and pawing at him while I just stare sadly at the problem or offending person.
Then He says he sees it. And he'll take care of it. But nothing happens. "You call this taking care or it, God? They're still doing it/It's still happening! And I don't want it! I don't want it! God!" Then, with his arms around me, trying to calm me down like Mom's were around Ellie, he says,
"Look at me. No, look at me. Who's in charge? Do you trust me to take care of it? I see the problem and I will fix it but you need to obey me and calm yourself."
I'm the frantic 7 year old who doesn't want water spilled on her bear. It's not a huge important issue, but it is 'wrong.' And I don't want it. I want God to act now and fix it. But He's got this. And he's in charge.
As soon as Ellie was calmed down Mom tackled the task of stopping the soaking of yon stuffed animal. She took care of it like she promised, and God will too. Be at rest, my soul. Cease your raging. Rest in God.
January 12, 2016
|Diamond head and the Waikiki coast|
Those who know me in "real life," know that I am back in Hawaii for 2 months to help out some family friends. And by help I mean alternate between being a 2nd mom/aunt, cook, fashion advisor, organizer, navigator, seamstress, teacher, friend, or musician at a moments notice. Actually, it's a lot like regular life, except it's a little warmer and there are 4 extra little humans to look after.
|Going for adventures with littles|
I'm not sure how to say this next bit. . . Hawaii has incredible natural beauty and an agreeable climate, but these things don't change everyday life. (granted there is an island sub-culture that is a little different) Busy moms still live in Hawaii like busy moms in Illinois, or New York, Or Idaho. It's hard. And you don't always get to sit back and appreciate extra things like the mountain you're living on or the vast ocean visible out your window because you're washing dirty hands, correcting math homework, making dinner, answering your 300th question today, or trying to comfort a child over a dead bird. Y'all have moms. Go thank them. Text 'em, call 'em, write them a note -- whatever will get it done. Moms are heroes. It's not easy to raise 4 kids under 7, but hopefully I can make it just a little easier for this family over the next 2 months.
Now, having been here on O'ahu before, I didn't immediately experience the awe and wonder of seeing all the unique trees, clear water, and beautiful mountains this time. That doesn't mean there aren't any re-entry surprises or re-realizations though. Things like. . .
- not being able to figure out the Japanese style shower, and then accidentally having a bath with a gecko.
- how hard the pavement is (seriously, is it the volcanic element? The rocks, and pavement are all sharper and harder than my midwest variety).
- hearing reveille float across the water from the Pearl Harbor/Hickam Base every morning at 7:55 (Don't know what it sounds like? Check this out).
- Hawaii is a true American smelting pot, but it has a different recipe. We're all a beautiful conglomeration of almost every other nation/ethnicity, but in Rockford, we have many "classic" Americans (black/white is the easiest way to describe it -- people who immigrated long ago from Europe, Africa, and the Caribbean), but also many Mexican, Indian, and Arab people. Here in Hawaii there is a much stronger Asian influence than in Rockford. What I'm (probably very ignorantly) calling "classic" Americans aren't the majority at all, but are blended in with the native Hawaiian, Japanese, Chinese, Korean, or other south Asian cultures.
- salt water still hurts my eyes
- friends are hard to make, and I miss mine back on the mainland
- selfies are so awkward
- coconut, mango, and pineapple are a way of life, not exotic fruits.
- there are SO many military servicemen and women here. If I stopped to thank each one like I do at home I'd never get anything else done.
- everything is so dang expensive here. Many things are twice as much, but real estate is at least 4 times what it is in Rockford.
I've tried to start good habits here like getting up and going to bed early, eating well, practicing the piano everyday and exercising daily with mild success. I got sick soon after I got here and it really threw my rhythm off. Then I went a little gung-ho on the push-ups for during my exercise and my upper back is currently in a whiplash-like state. So thankful for foam rollers and tennis balls to try to loosen up my crazy muscles. Let's see what week 2 brings!
"Mightier than the thunders of many waters, mightier than the #waves of the sea, the Lord on high is mighty!' Psalm 93:4 Made it to the beach this week! The color of the water is breathtaking, but it's the waves that mesmerize me. I have to remind myself every couple minutes that they don't turn off. (Side effect of growing up with wave pools instead of oceans). They never give up. #waterproofcamera #hawaii #surfselfieA photo posted by Joanna Webber (@josnazz) on