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Mother’s Day

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You came running 
into the kitchen
launching yourself
into my arms.

And you knocked
part of the breakfast
your dad cooked for me
onto the floor.


You felt bad.

But darling,
you are worth
every spill
every shatter
every bonk
every bruise
every headache
every heartache.

Every one.


Happy mother's day, mamas.

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Reflections on the Fourth

thegoodnewsfamily.wordpress.com/2018/07/04/independence-across-cultures/

Thought this was a lovely reflection on how country-specific holidays can feel when you’re not there.

Happy fireworks day, mamas!

Summer PSA

Replace “wine” with “vegan chocolate,” and that’d be fine, thanks. Happy almost summer, mamas!

Halloween costumes, anyone?

http://vintagepatterns.wikia.com/wiki/Category:Costumes

Stumbled on this and it looks cool: it’s a site for vintage clothing patterns, all for free! And since history (and pop culture) is cyclical, you can find Star Wars patterns and Wonder Woman costumes! 🙂

And if your sewing skills are anything like mine, you’ll want to get on this ASAP.

I hope your sewing skills are better than mine.

 

Quick and Dirty Transition Tips

Hello, mamas! I’ve missed you. I’ve been in a time of transition as I travel towards furlough/home assignment for a season, so I thought I’d share a little bit of how I’m treating myself well in the blur:

I give myself a full two days to recover. HQ meetings start Monday? I come in on Friday night. I arrived in PDX on Tuesday night for a conference on Friday night. That gives us all time for the jet lag to wear off (really, kids? 3:30 AM seems like morning to you?) and to get over any illnesses we picked up on the plane. (Though I still stand by my habit on wiping down arm rests, tray tables, windows and screens with a sanitizing wipe. It may get weird looks, but we had no illness this time!)

I navigate triggers with extra time and space. And by that I mean reverse culture shock triggers. And by that I mean the grocery store. Knowing they’d remodeled again since I was last there, I happily left my kids with my mom-in-law while I navigated the assault on my senses that is the grocery store. Mamas, I had to do anxiety breathing. I don’t know exactly why it’s a trigger for me, but it is. So do I try to “just pop in for a few things” on the way to something else? No. No, I do not.

Just say no. I know. Your time is short. You want to see everyone, and they want to see you. But I know I can’t. I wanted desperately to drive to Salem last night to see a dear friend who goes back to Indo next week…but my kids needed time with me to process the next phase of our transition and recover from the exhaustion of doing American church for the first time (again). And it may sound silly, but I needed that, too. Give yourself time to putter, to knit, to write. You can dive into work soon enough.

I let the tears come. My oldest did NOT want to go to Sunday School. Usually, my guy is the tough one who’s good at Sunday school drop off, but it was just me yesterday. And when I walked away from him, I held back tears. I held them back so well, down the hall, down the stairs. I held them back from the usher who greeted me. I held them back from my dad-in-law when I found him in our row. But when the music started, even though it was a song I didn’t know (maybe because it was a song I didn’t know), I let myself come undone. The whispered voice said, No façades now. Not with me.

But people will stare! I know. They did. But that’s where my heart was at. It was grieving my Haiti home. It was overwhelmed by the increased noise and lights. It was sad for my scared boy who just wants to be with me. So I cried in the presence of God. You can, too. You don’t have to pretend this isn’t hard. It is.

I exercise outside. I’m in a temperate part of the world, so you may not be able to do this, but it so helps me with jet lag and burning off the residual stress of travel.

I should’ve stayed off Facebook and Twitter. Ah, the endless scroll. It’s too easy to lose myself in it, too easy to ignore my kids and those present with me. I was happier when I had some distance from my phone.

You’ve got this, mamas.

Make it Monday: Fake Snow!

Make it Monday

Okay, so the weatherman’s right: there’s 0% chance of snow outside. But inside, mamas? That’s another story. Whip this up and stick it in the fridge. Your kids won’t know the difference. (Unless they try to eat it. Don’t let them try to eat it.) 

https://playtivities.com/how-to-make-snow/

Jingle jingle, mamas! You’ve got this.

 

Surviving Christmas Overseas

http://unendingjoyadventures.com/2017/11/29/surviving-christmas-overseas/amp/

Some good thoughts here!

Make It Monday: Sweetened Condensed Milk and Cream of Anything Soup

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http://www.frugalfarmwife.com/article/homemade-sweetened-condensed-milk/

Here’s a how-to for sweetened condensed milk, since I know many of you can’t just open up a can for this…and mama needs her coconut balls this Christmas.

http://dontwastethecrumbs.com/2015/04/how-to-make-homemade-cream-of-anything-soup/

And here’s the how-to for cream of…anything! Essential for that green bean casserole. And she’s right, a roux is really easy. You can do it, mamas. Don’t let the French fool you.

You’ve got this, mamas!

 

Removing the ‘mas’ in Christmas

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My first Christmas overseas was pretty depressing. I didn’t have kids. I didn’t have a tree (I taped ornaments to the wall in a triangle). It wasn’t snowing. I couldn’t even run my lights because the power situation was pretty bad. But I felt God tugging at my heart to really consider the holiday.

If you take out the “mas” (meaning ‘more’, in this case; I know where it comes from, don’t write me angry letters), you’re left with Christ. Removed from the commercialism, removed from the cold, what was left?

Advent.

Advent still felt like home. So pull out your pipe cleaners, mamas. Here’s a plethora of advent activities, some for you, some for your kids…but all will help you remember that if that baby was swaddled, he was sweating, just like you.

Because of Bethlehem

Around the World Advent Calendar

Inscribe the Word December writing plan

Jesus Storybook Bible Advent Activities

The Spirit of Christmas Family Advent Devotionals

 

You’ve got this, mamas.

::jingle jingle::

 

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