Try Something New... Every Day

I missed Tuesday. I knew I would.  I warned you type A people. Here in SE Asia, the new continues. We still haven't gone so far as to eat snake, and we decided not to pick out our own live frog to be butchered so we could fry it up at home. Not this week. But we have done some other fun things.

We started language. This is why there are no blogs. Every minute of free time... let's just go ahead and laugh at that little phrase. Free time! I have three wee little screaming, pulling eggs out of the fridge to see what will happen when they drop them, "mommy watch this" all the day, dirty, stinky beautiful, amazing people running around this place. Free time is but a dream. So I sleep with my language notes by my bed hoping that some will absorb into my brain while I sleep, but then Thing 1 and Thing 2 crawl into bed with us and kick the study notes onto the floor, and my plans for midnight osmosis are ruined while I'm simultaneously being head-butted and kicked in the ribs. So no sleep. No free time. No genuine language practice and study time. So just stop. Stop right now and pray that by God's great grace and mercy I will miraculously learn this language and that no children will be harmed in the process. 

Carry-on...

We have walked the night bazaar a couple of times. The night bazaar is blazing with culture and hand-made traditional beauties around every corner. It's probably my favorite place so far. Like any market in any culture, it's where the people are and y'all, I just love the people!

Kate tried out a new hair pin that doubles as a weapon. We had to bring one home because she is just darling!

Thomas started soccer.

His head is always in the game! Our little champ.

Isaiah tried out an old rickshaw.

Brian tried and succeeded in getting his hair cut after he went to two or three places where they told him, "We only do la-dy."  He found this place where they spoke no English, but 'they do man.' So he figured out some way to tell them how he wanted his hair cut, and it didn't turn out bad at all. I, however, will not be venturing out to get my haircut until at least month 4 of language.

We discovered more seafood. I think this is the lobster's asian cousin.

Isaiah looked through the seafood at the market. We decided we'd pass on it for now.

And our accidental 'try something new' was this.

Looks like normal toothpaste to the non-Asian language reading person. I had finally remembered to grab grown-up toothpaste at the store and was super excited to brush my teeth with something that didn't have a cartoon character on it. A little blue sparkly dab on the brush and....

Salt!!!! A mouthful of slightly minty salt that exploded in my mouth! It was awful! Awful! Awful! And there it is right there on the dang box. In English! UGH! So whenever you visit our neck of the woods and you are in the market for some toothpaste, make sure you turn the box over and look for the English to make sure it doesn't say salt fresh! There is nothing fresh about it. New certainly isn't always fun, but I never expected it to creep into my toothpaste! 

Can I have some sort of normalcy please?! 

The answer is no for now. Different is the new normal.  And it is ok.  His grace is sufficient. His power made perfect in our weaknesses.  

Please keep praying as we are looking to sign on a house soon. Pray that it goes through and that furniture, appliance and all-the-other-stuff-that-goes-into-a-house shopping goes well with minimal stress.

Try Something New Tuesday

I've decided to make an effort every week, together with my kids (if it's not life threatening), to try something completely new and then share it with you. We're gonna call it "Try Something New Tuesday," but some weeks it may be "Try Something New Tuesday... on a Friday" because life is crazy and next Tuesday I may just want to eat my stash of American peanut butter out of the jar and roll my eyes at all of this new stuff. So dear Type A people-- those of you who pointed out I needed to change the name of the blog 17 times, I love you. You make the world go 'round, and I really want to do this every Tuesday for you, but let's just all learn to be flexible together.

We're starting light today. No cow uterus for at least a few months. 

The Dragon Fruit.

I didn't even know what this little beauty was called. For those of you who did know what it was, you are geniuses and you should go on Jeopardy. The kids and I grabbed the computer, a knife and cutting board and then did a little research to see what it is and how it is eaten.   

We chopped this baby open and lookie there. It's just so pretty with lots of little black seeds kind of like a kiwi fruit.

I wish we could say that we loved its taste as much as we loved its bright red color. It's not horrible, but we are not huge dragon fruit fans. We are, however, fans of all the healthy goodness packed into one of these things. So we may be mixing it into some fruit salads or dousing it in chocolate so that we can enjoy its healthy benefits.

What have you tried that is new and out of the box lately?

New Kid, New Stuff

The worst of jet-lag is over, but I reserve all rights to use jet-lag as an excuse for any and all mis-communications and/or mid-afternoon coffee breaks for the next month. Kate started school on Wednesday and has adjusted and adapted beautifully.  She has made lots of new friends and started playing soccer. She loves it, and we are so very thankful.  Her transition could not have gone smoother, and while we don't foresee any problems with school and friends in the future, we ask that you continue to pray for her.  She is still the new kid, and if you went have ever gone to school, you know life can be tough as the new kid.  

Our whole family is walking in the shoes of the new kid. We are the new kids of the block, but we got the right stuff, baby.... Anybody???

Anyway, we are out and about discovering new things every day. We have discovered snake heads on a stick, seafood that I didn't even know existed, fried bugs, exotic fruits and veggies, and even cow uterus for sale. I have finally driven on the left side of the road but only to the store, and I made Brian drive us back. We have been exploring the city like the ugly loud American tourists that we are. 

 

I got a little over-excited when I found these bananas.  Aren't they are the cutest bunch of bananas you have ever seen?!  They taste like their bigger and longer banana cousins, though perhaps a tad more pulpy and maybe a little sweeter. Isaiah is loving them. He downs two or three at a time.  

We also found and enjoyed a chicken-leg on a stick.  Thomas ate it down to the bone.

She didn't finish hers, but said it was good. We have noticed that grilled meat seems to be on every corner.  Who needs a snack?  Have some grilled chicken or better yet grilled snake. Mmmm.

Ok. These little cups of yumminess. It's tea, with ice and wait for it... sweetened condensed milk. Yes, people, you read right. Sweetened condensed milk swimming around with the already yummy tea and of course it's served over ice because it's hotter than ten blazes out here, and it's like the perfect accompaniment to any meal. And I mean, Bojangles we love your sweet tea, but until you start putting sweetened condensed milk in it, yours can't even compare.

And the food.  Well, we haven't the slightest idea what we are ordering or eating.  We figured out rice cause well, it's pretty much just rice, but as for all of this other stuff.  We. Don't. Know. 

I ate a bowl of something with noodles and chives and broth and meat. I don't know what kind of meat. There was definitely a piece of liver in one bite (blah!), but I only know that cause my momma used to make liver and onions when I was growing up and "You have to try one bite...." Let me tell you something, it's as bad today in SE Asia as it was 25 years ago in Locust, NC.  Why?! Why do people eat liver??? Other than that little gem, we had a delicious, albeit mysterious, meal.

Pause for a picture...

 This lady just sat down beside our littlest and started taking selfies with him. People told us, "Your kids are going to be a hit." We had no idea. It started on the plane, and it hasn't stopped.  Whether they speak english or not, there are "HEeellOoos" and pointing and waving and laughing. We're really cool with it. We just wave, smile back and figure this must be how Angelina Jolie and her pack feel. Just our five minutes of fame living in the flash of the paparazzi. 

I am not sure what this flower is, but I am almost positive that it is the reason I had to figure out where the drugstore was. My head has been a clogged mess for days. I was able to walk in and buy some allergy meds which have been helping me enjoy this little beauty instead of wanting to chop it down and burn it. Yay for OTC allergy meds that wouldn't be OTC in the States.

This! They are everywhere. Slushy anyone?

Let's face it. Life as the new kid isn't always fun, but then there are slushies. We are trying to make the most of every new day and every new moment to learn something, well,  new. It's fun and wild and crazy, and we are so very thankful for every prayer you have prayed for us the last few days and weeks and months. We have lived on them. We are still looking for a place to plant some roots in this hot soil. So please be praying that our eyes will be wide-open to see where the Father would have us live. And if this post was crazy and hard to read, I blame jet-lag....

A Goodbye, A Hello and Some Stuff In Between

We did it. We got on the plane and made our way all the way to warm and sunny SE Asia. The last few days in cold and cloudy Ohrid were every bit of cold and cloudy. It was tough.  We spent every minute we could with the people we love there. It was precious and sweet. Hard, but sweet.

We packed and packed and packed. And this is our junk that we felt like had to come with us.  It's no joke leaving a place you have lived for 9 years and having no where, like your parents' attic, to store anything. EVERYthing had to either be given away or get packed in our 3 cubic meters (100 cubic feet).  It was tedious, and I'm telling you, if you are looking for a good way to organize and downsize your life, this is the way. Just move to another continent. That'll do it. And we did it. We got 9 years worth of baby blankets and sweet baby clothes and souvenirs from Europe and books and toys and toys and toys and shoes and purses and more junk than I ever thought we could possibly own... down to this. It was every bit as icky and awful as it sounds. Praise God it is over!!!

Five days before we left, we threw a massive party and invited nearly everyone we had ever gotten semi-close to. 

We danced the Oro, shared our hearts, and gave out a lot of Bibles and giant hugs.  

We spoke words of truth and words of love, words that probably offended many, but words that give life to all.  It was good.

Brian told stories of our early days there when we learning language and culture, and he had the crowd laughing over some of our early mistakes.  

Bless this child who by some miracle made it through the whole party but only because lots of people who adore him took turns chasing him and feeding him and giving him lots of attention. 

Kate and Thomas had lots of friends to dance and run around with.  

 They had a blast. 

 We all had a blast.  It was sweet. 

We said goodbye to some of our favorite people and places in the world and to a view like this. We cried with our sweet Kate who asked if we could stop saving money for Disney World and start saving money to come back to Ohrid for vacation.  Bless her heart.

We drew closer as a family as all our hearts broke together.  

We said goodbye to these precious people and many more like them--people who took us in as their own, people who loved us and laughed with us and cried with us. People who taught us about their culture, people who let us in, people we did life with day in and day out. We're gonna miss them!

Our sweet church in Ohrid had a special service for us with words of encouragement and thankfulness from its members and members from other churches in Macedonia.  We sang our favorite songs to Jesus in the heart language of those precious people and I praised God for allowing me to hear that sweet sound in Ohrid, a place that didn't ring with His praises when we arrived. 

I kept telling Brian "I don't think I can do this." And we both felt like we were walking through some sort of awful dream for days, but we did it.  We felt the presence of our Lord in very real ways.  As we drove out of Ohrid, there was peace in the pain.  It was a peace that can only come from God.  Sweet all-surpassing peace knowing that He was with us. The One who called us is indeed faithful! I checked my fb on the trip out of Ohrid, and realized that our good and kind God was waking people in America up, out of sleep, to pray for us, to intercede for us and to battle for us. Y'all He is SO GOOD! And some of you got up and prayed, and then let me know you were praying. It was balm to my heart! Thank you!!!    

We made it through a delicious lunch with our team--our second family--with laughter. We didn't touch the topic that it would probably be the last lunch all together at the same table before heaven. We just enjoyed one another around a beautiful feast.  And then we cried as we held hands and prayed together.  Tight hugs and bitter tears, but tears that I am so thankful for. OH! I am thankful for the deep love we have for one another.  I am thankful that it was hard to say goodbye. It is only proof of our bond and anchored love in Christ. To God be the glory for those deep relationships that taught me so much about the Body or Christ and that reflected Him to others in Macedonia.  

And we did the thing I didn't think we could do because His grace is sufficient, His power perfected in our weakness. With smiles and excited hearts, we got on the plane--in our snow boots. The kids did great on the plane.  They slept good on the 10-plus hour flight and sat like little angels on the shorter flights. Some of you were praying, weren't you?! Thank you!

From snow boots to flip-flops and goosebumps to beads of sweat, we arrived in our new home.

There was a stocked fridge and cabinets, a goody basket and a homemade cake waiting for us. The people here have loved on us and fed us delicious meals and spent time showing us around.  B is doing a great job of driving on the left-hand side of the road, and I am doing a good job of keeping my mouth shut as he drives. The kids are loving their new summer wardrobe. K starts school in two days. She met her teacher today and she can't wait to get started.  

I have learned so much through this process. I could write a novel (I guess I kinda have), but the one thing that remains here or there is that He is good, and He knows how to give good gifts to his children. 

Sirenje, Baklava, Kebabi, and More

So really, I have absolutely no time to sit around and write blogs these days. NONE!  And yet, here I am writing a blog because the babies must sleep, and I can do nothing while they are sleeping for fear of waking them. I could sleep. Sleeping would be good. Oh, sleeping would be great!!! But with the amount of coffee I have had over the last couple of days, I may never sleep again. So I will write and show you more things that I love here in Ohrid.  

Sirenje--white feta-like cheese on everything.

On fries, and with bread, and with ajvar, and with beans, and with cabbage and with anything you can possibly think to pair with it.  And let me be clear. It is better than feta!!! 

And then there's this...

The fish and stuffed cabbage rolls and even the way they make mashed potatoes.  This is "slava" food. You go from house to house mainly for St. Nikolas day eating this, and you would think it would get old. Nope. It's good, y'all. Yes, that fish still has his head and tail, and every one of his bones, and even his eye balls. You have to work for every bite and sometimes even when you think you have picked out all of the bones, you almost die as one slides ever so painfully down your throat. But every bite is worth it! And those little round balls are stuffed cabbage leaves, sarma, and yum! Just yum. Sometimes they are filled with meat and rice. Other times, just rice.  And even the tators are good, full of butter or oil or some other form of delicious fat and salt, salt, salt. Mmm, Tators!

Baklava (sorry for the awful picture). Ok, the variations of baklava that are in existence are almost endless.  And every good Macedonian woman might make hers a little different than the lady next door, but every one is rich and SO sweet--almost too sweet, though my husband tells me no such thing exists. He loves it. I can handle it for the first few bites, but then I need a gallon of water to wash it down because really, it is sweet!!! Baklava may be the hardest dessert to eat with a small little dessert fork. Good manners seem to be lost on me trying to eat it. They are hard little boogers and have been known to fly right off the plate when you try and cut into them. I say, let's throw caution and good manners to the wind and just pick 'em up with our hands. It would be much more enjoyable.  

In yet another blurry picture, we have, Kebabi. It's hamburger-fingers or we could call them cow-fingers, but we are pretty sure we are dealing with more than one kind of meat. Pork, beef and some spices.  It's our kids' meal of choice when we are out. 

 

Palachinki--Crepes, pancakes-- filled with nutella and bananas and smothered in whipped cream. Y'all!!!

Pizza with bacon and eggs. It really is good.

Proja--It's cornbread, but, if possible, it's better.  They throw all kinds of goodness inside it--sirenje (see above), spinach, leeks, and sometimes olives. 

I'm not saying this is a favorite, but I can't not post it. This is pacha. It's gelled pig parts--we're not just talking meat, here. We're talking... parts. In gel. J-e-l-l-o. I've had it once. I survived but it wasn't pretty. I've managed to dodge it every other time. It's a specialty served only at Christmas.  And so we will say that my favorite thing about this is the tradition. That's all I've got.

My girl and her art. I love her. I love her heart! Translation: "Jesus, most beautiful name. Lord in glory. Jesus Arose. I love Jesus with my whole heart."  There's not a whole lot better than that!

SO GOOD! We love this Bible, especially for Kate. It's like a step up from the "Jesus Storybook Bible," and it gets to the Gospel in every single story.  

Out at coffee with the family. Dear God, please don't let Kate turn into a KISS groupie.

Our beautiful Ohrid. It's beautiful from every corner.

The Macedonian flag. Isn't it so pretty?!

I also love how this view never gets old!

I want to post pictures of people whom I LOVE here, but I fear I will leave someone out. So just know that while there is a lot of food (yes, I love food) and a lot of things in these pictures, the faces that are missing are our most favorite. The people here. We love them!!!

A sweet friend reminded me the other day that, yes, while I should remember all of the great things about Ohrid and our time here, it would be wrong to not remember that there were some really dark and hard days. There were days when driving through town made me want to hurt someone. Driving here is not one of my favorites.  There were days when the language and the differences were just too heavy. There were times when I was so tired of having the same conversation over and over. There were days when tears flowed and the darkness would not lift. It hasn't always been fun and great and wonderful. But man, the Lord has grown me. He has been to me a dear friend, a good and faithful Father and He has shown me over and over that it is His work. HIS! That has been consistent and it has been sweet. We never walked alone. On the dark days, He was near. On the bright days, He was near. He was always faithful even when I was a ridiculous mess. And this I know, He will continue to be. He will be faithful to draw people to Himself, whether we are here or not. He will be faithful to grow His church here, whether we are here or not. He will be faithful to walk with us where he has led us. "Jesus, Jesus, how I trust him..." 

On the Move

The furniture is out, the suitcases are packed-ish, the goodbyes have started. We leave Ohrid in less than a week. It is surreal, so much like a dream. A wild and crazy unbelievable, painful, wonderful, beautiful, ugly, scary, exciting dream. Every emotion that could be felt is being or has been felt.

We are so excited to hit the ground in SE Asia. It's slightly terrifying, but it's gonna be wild and wonderful in its own way.

This girl loves her purple SE Asia get-up. 

I think she is adorable!

We know life there is gonna be different. So-beyond-anything-we-are-used-to-different. People keep telling us about all the things that are going to be different. For example, 

"You know it's hot there, right?!" Um, yes. God and I had a long talk about this one, but thank you for bringing it back up so that I would have to rehash it. 

"You are really going to stand out." We're tall, lanky, blonde, loud, and slightly weird. Suffice it to say, we stand out everywhere. If you're gonna stand out, you might as well stand way out. Am I right? 

"The food is so different." Again, y'all, I already hashed this one out with God. My taste buds are going on an adventure. 

"It's so far away... from everything." We know. We are, quite literally, going to the other side of the world... in every way. It'll be ok.

We love that people have taken interest in what we are doing and where we are going, and we take every one of these comments as a token of love and concern for us. It is so funny how some of the very battles I had over this move are some of the things people keep bringing up. Funny. Funny. 

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We are all going to have our freak-out moments, and I fully expect my hair to go on a rampage, too.

But I know that He was faithful to show me over and over that this was it--the next step. And He gave me a promise, a promise He has really given to all NT believers even though it is a verse from the OT.  

"My presence will go with you and I will give you rest." Exodus 33:14 

He goes with me, before me and He will give me rest. He already has and is and will. And my hair and taste buds??? They'll be ok too. :)

So while we wait to board the plane, we only have a few measly hours left with our people here and it's not enough. It's NOT enough! But it is what we have, and we are going to cherish every solitary second. We are going to be spending the next week running hard to see, love on and speak bold loving, truthful words to every person we can... one more time. We are thankful this is very much a coffee drinking culture.  We are going to need every drop of that glorious liquid caffeine this week.  And I say with desperation... Prayers are appreciated!!!