One Month and Smiling

So today was November 20th. I have officially been in Egypt for one month now. It's hard to imagine that. It doesn't seem so long, but today I think I hit a small turning point in regards to my feelings about life here. As I was walking home from another day/evening of Friday services at Maadi Community Church, I looked up at the sky and actually saw a star, shining brightly with a couple dimmer ones beside it. I thought to myself, there ARE nights that are clear enough to see a star or two. Then I felt the cool breeze, and it was just the perfect temperature. Had it been a little earlier in the day, I would have gotten slightly hot and mildly sweaty on my 25 minute walk home... but as long as the sun was sleeping, it felt just right. On my left, there was Skip- the man who opened up his home to me here in Cairo. He and his wife Bonnie are workers in Egypt and share the same passion for those who do not know our Brother. To my right was Saber, their 16 year old, adopted son, on his bright orange bicycle he loves to ride here and there. As I walked with them, I took a deep breath and realized for the first time that I have been here, I was quite content.

The overwhelming shock of being here and not knowing the language or culture is starting to fade- gradually, slightly... and its not gone, but in it's place, the Father is leaving behind new blessings.

I smile as I think about the movie we watched with a few of our kids tonight at MCC. We were watching the movie, "UP" while the adults were in a business meeting... and we have a little boy named Jonathan who looks just like the little boy scout Russell in that movie... Same chubby cheeks and big wide-eyed expressions. I laughed as I saw him glued to the tv screen watching a character just like himself battle off crazy dogs and evil men, alongside his strange rainbow-colored bird companion. :) Oh, the life and innocence of a child.

I smile at the thought of Suzy- a little down-syndrome girl who glues herself to me during the opening session of the kids program. Completely content and happy as long as she's attached to your arm or sitting by your side.

I smile when I think about Abdu, the friendly security guard for our building who I met for the first time when I was turned around and kept passing my own place. He saw me wandering about and ushered me in. And laughed about it every time I saw him afterward. Every morning he greets me in Arabic, and every morning I feel a little more confident about my ability to understand what he is saying and answer back. And boy is he thrilled when I do!

I smile when I think of Magdee, the shy, timid, and meek Egyptian man on MCC's property staff who washes dishes and empties garbages and barely says more then hello or how are you to most of the "foreigners" on staff. Always gentle; always smiling... but never opening up. But this past week, I have spoken to him, and he has talked with me. He has opened up about his family, his life... and really started to come out of his shell.

In the midst of a slightly confusing, many times overwhelming time of transition, my Father has put a smile on my face. He is answering your prayers, and giving me moments of joy and new blessings that really start to cover up the fear and loneliness my heart aches with sometimes. I do not think I will ever stop aching for and missing those that I love, but I am starting to see glimpses of joy and new life that He is springing up in the desert. And they are a lovely and refreshing sight. Your prayers, my friends, are felt and experienced in a very real way. Thank you. Please keep them coming. You are appreciated and loved.

Arabian nights

So, In my childhood days, I used to be quite captivated by Disney Movies. Actually, not much has changed in that respect. But with each new movie, I went through a new phase. When Beauty and the Beast came out, my sister and I would pretend that she was Belle and I was the Beast. We had the coolest little capes/cloaks that we used to wear- a blue one for Belle and purple for the Beast. For hours at a time, we were in a different world- a mysterious, adventurous one full of drama and excitement. When Aladdin came out, my friends and I would pretend at recess. I was Aladdin, running through the market places, trying to skate past the guards on the newest adventure. Jasmine was always by my side as I made daring attempts to protect her from those pursuing us. And of course, my loyal friend Abu was never far behind. :)

Well, now, here I am in Egypt, and I just had a flashback to my childhood days. This weekend I went to the Khana Kilili... a giant Egyptian marketplace with so many merchants at their booths selling their various knick-knacks and treasures. They called out as we passed by, trying anything to grab our attention and get us to look at their section of trinkets and crafts. "Towel- one million dollar!" lol. "Spices! Fine Exotic spices!" Everyone jumping at once. Among the announcements of items for sale, I heard several times,"Egyptian Husband?!" lol.

Actually, the things they said were quite humorous. Here are a few of my favorites:

1. Welcome! Welcome to the land of confusion!

2. Oh, hello Snow White!!

3. What are you looking for? Are you looking for me??

4. What are you looking for? (Me: Nothing!) OH, I HAVE NOTHING! Medium-size!!!

5. You are an angel that fell from da sky!

6. HOLA!! (Me: Do I look Spanish??) and then NI HAO! (umm... Chinese?)

7. (This has to be one of my favorites) Seeing that we were American, the man yells out...

"OBAMA! OBAMA IS IN HERE!!" (Lol...)

Yes, the Khana Kilili is quite the cultural experience, and not only that, I was told that market place scene from Disney's Aladdin is based off of this very market. After having been there, it didn't surprise me. So for all of you fellow Disney fans, you ought to come to Cairo! :)

So after my market place experience, I indulged my childlike urge to watch Aladdin. It was a fabulous Arabian night.

The Good Shepherd

You know, lately, I've been experiencing a lot of heartache over just missing the people I love at home. It's hard to be away from EVERYTHING that is so familiar. It's difficult to be in a place where no one REALLY knows you yet. There are not those people around who can look at you and see past the brave face you're wearing. I miss those who know my heart and how to help guard and protect it. It is overwhelming to walk the streets of a foreign country by myself- when everything looks so different then what I am used to, and there are no road signs. I cannot distinguish one road from the next, and I can't stop to ask for directions because I do not know how to speak these people's language. I can't greet anyone on the streets because of the language and cultural barrier. I get so turned around, and it is difficult to realize that no one that I know and love can come and be with me. I feel like no one knows me. I feel like no one hears me. It is a feeling of complete and utter isolation. All along, I've known the truth- that He is with me. That He is my Father. He knows me. Yet it is amazing how commonplace truth can become. There have been times in these last few weeks where honestly, I have cried out to God, and have still felt so alone. It's because sometimes I only see Him from one point of view.
Just last night, when I was crying out and longing to be known and understood, these two words came to mind: Good Shepherd.
All of a sudden, that truth just washed over me like I had heard it for the first time. I flipped immediately to John 10, the passage where our Brother reveals himself as the Good Shepherd. And He spoke to my lonely heart. "He calls his own sheep by name and leads them out. When he has brought out all his own, he goes on ahead of them, and his sheep follow him because they know his voice. But they will never follow a stranger; in fact, they will run away from him because they do not recognize his voice."
That quiet voice reminded me... there is one who knows me. I am not wandering blindly. He CALLED me out. He has gone ahead of me. And I am following- not wandering. There IS someone here who knows me. There is someone who looks after me.
"I am the good shepherd. I know my sheep and my sheep know me- just as the Father knows me and I know the Father- and I lay down my life for the sheep."
When I feel vulnerable, unheard, unnoticed, LOST, there is one who knows exactly where I am. He leads me. He comforts me. He LAYS down his LIFE for me. I am not alone.
And He goes on to remind me....
V. 16 "I have other sheep that are not of this sheep pen. I must bring them also. They too will listen to my voice, and there shall be one flock and one shepherd." This is my call. There is one who loves me enough to lay down his life... now can I lay down mine for his other sheep? Can I give up my comfort and security to bring them in also??
You know, every part of the Father is worthy of worship. But sometimes one aspect of his character speaks out and ministers to our life at that moment, more than any other. I guess I sort of forgot about Him being my Good Shepherd. Until He gently spoke those words to me last night. He quieted me. If the truth has become commonplace to you... I challenge you, to look from a different perspective. Think about your Father from a different aspect of His character. It may be just what your heart needs.