#powerchilling

Power Chilling

This summer was originally titled “The Self-care Summer.”  Friend M. and I had great plans for taking care of ourselves across a wide range of areas: spiritual life, budgets, nutrition, work, relaxation, coffee dates, etc.  All this was done with the idea to become more settled in our personal and spiritual lives in order to recover from the intensity of the past six months.  Then autocorrect happened and #powerchilling was born.

The essence of power chilling is to take care of yourself in every way imaginable.  Your mental, physical, and spiritual health are of great importance and with that in mind we have each individually begun to figure out our priorities.  We looked at which areas needed our focus. Then, in the true spirit of friendship, we encourage, hold accountable, and provide ample opportunity for power chilling to take place in an environment of community and fellowship.

The most notable theme for this new lifestyle that we are developing is to constantly seek out God’s guidance in our lives for who He created us to be, how we can serve Him best, and how can we learn to continually rest in Him.  Understanding that we are different, individual, powerful, talented, and blessed women has been a healing thing to realize.  In this our humanity and sinfulness has also been realized but with a dose of repentance and grace we are set free to be about the work that God has called us too.  After all, isn’t that the most important thing?

The goal of this summer is to enable us to work for God’s kingdom here on earth while caring for our exhausted, strained, and worn out bodies.  Daily life is hard.  For myself the last six months have held delightful changes that have also led to hard seasons.  I have two choices before me.  Either I wallow in discontent (not a good look for anyone) or I can use this time to live life fully and to move forward towards the next layer of my call.

Our goal is Christ.  To serve Him to the best of our ability we have to take care of ourselves.  Find out what it is that you need to build sustainable routines in a life filled with His guiding voice in order that you may be who He has called you to be.

 

Through Changed Eyes…

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“Come and heart, all you who fear God, and I will tell what He has done for my soul.”  Psalm 66:16

I am blessed among women.

I have spent the last two weeks trying to find words to tell you the blessings of the past year.  I have imagined 20 different ways to tell the sorrows and pains that it contained.  Each and every time I begin to put words on paper all I can think of to say what I started this post with.  I am blessed.

One year ago I left my home, everyone I knew and loved, and boarded a plane for the United Arab Emirates.  Fourteen hours later I stepped off that plane in a new land and a new home.  Through this past year I have seen, said, and done things I never dreamed of.  I have been brought through the fires and I have come out refined and purified.

I have once again been the recipient of overwhelming and undeserved mercy.

I came to the Emirates in an act of obedience.  I knew God wanted me here and that was enough.  I was scared and lonely for many of my early days here, immersed into more than one new culture and with no bearings or foundation to hold onto.  I was also in the throws of a serious crisis of faith.  My first months were probably some of the hardest of my life.  Relationships built very slowly but as time moved on a change started.

I began to see the people around me.  I saw how many of them just loved me with no expectation that I be something other than what I was.  There was no requirement other than that I obey God and do my job well.  I started to see people whose eyes contained no light.  I actually saw real poverty.  I saw a different culture for its beauty and not the perception that I had carried all of my life.  I put names, memories, and stories into this place.  I became a part of something so different and so much bigger than myself.

My comfort zone was stripped away.  There, outside of it, I began to find life.  There, in the midst of feeling lost and broken I was slowly drawn back to Christ.  Friends saw the pain that I was fighting with and they took time to listen and pray.  Finally, one day, a kind, gentle, and caring pastor saw through all the pain and tears to the true problem and spoke over me the words that I needed to hear.  He reassured me that my Savior does love me and care about me.  He prayed for me.  He assured me of my salvation.  It was the greatest act of love in my living memory.

With the healing of my soul came the return of joy and the strength to turn away from sins that bound me to the past and kept me constantly in pain.  I was finally free.  My smile and laugh returned.  Joy once again became my theme and I willingly chose to take up a life of thanksgiving for the multitude of blessings that surrounded me.

I learn contentment.  I learn that it is permissible to follow a different path than the one everyone else has chosen to walk.  I am coming to see just how well my Savior meets all of my needs when I truly let Him.  I now rejoice in the fact that I was called to a different life.  I would not trade it.  I accept it and rejoice in the day-to-day blessings of a simple life, a good job, and friends who simply love me for who and what I am.  I rejoice in Christian brothers and sisters from different cultures and backgrounds who see my Heavenly Father in beautifully different ways.  I love seeing the perspective that they bring to the table and the grace that they give me.

“Be still and know that I am God.”  Psalm 46:10.

This verse above all verses has been my comfort.  For years I have kept this verse before my eyes and it has been there to stubbornly remind me in the darkest hours that God is in control.  I have wandered, fought, ignored, and chosen unbelief.  He loved me too much to let me go.  He gave me a struggle to grow me and purify me.  He disciplined me out of love for me.  He understood.  He knew what He asked of me and He did not required too much.  He knew full well that I would stumble and fall but in the end come running back to Him and through this He opened my eyes to so much more than I could ever imagine.

He showed me how He loves those that He created.  He showed me that He did create even the lost, lonely, and savage in His image.  He opened my ears to hear their stories.  He made me see past the clothes and smells.

He taught me that love is the most important.  He brought the right people into my life to help me learn this lesson.   Slowly the lesson becomes a part of me and every day I learn it a bit more.  I come to see the gift that my smile is and the power He has given me to speak into people’s lives with beautiful words as well as the power to crush them with harsh ones.  My responsibility becomes clear and as I embrace who He created me to be I slowly begin to live the lessons that He is teaching me.

In leaving everything I gained everything.  I received back my joy, peace, and love.  My laugh returned louder and deeper than it ever has been.  My smile sparkles again more radiant than the sun.  The winter is over and spring has returned to my heart.  New life has burst forth.

I am a daughter of the King and a servant of the Most High God.  My call is to obey, love, and cherish each and every person that He brings into my life.  My purpose is to speak blessings over them.  Through His power and by His strength He has returned my heart to me after taking it into His surgeon hands and mending the wounds that He ordained life bring me.  He worked together for good the hurt, abandonment, and loss.  He gave me back my life through the most incredible adventure and taught me to see the world through changed eyes.  He teaches me to see it through His eyes.

“He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain what he cannot loose.” –Jim Elliot.

I did something out of the ordinary.  I did it because I allowed God to direct my life and I accepted His direction.  I did it without much thought to my comfort or safety.  I willingly came across the world because I knew this is what He purposed and planned for me.  In the depth of my soul I was convicted that this was the right path to walk.  It was difficult but worthy.  I took up my cross in some small repayment of the debt I owe Him.

I have learned that living intentionally for Christ is a powerful thing.  It opens doors, heals wounds, and teaches you how to gracefully accept suffering as a part of life.  It changes the way that you look at everything.  To intentionally ask Christ, without reservation, where and how you should serve Him is indeed a scary thing to do but the rewards you will reap are far beyond what you could ever imagine.

Open your life to a different plan.  Allow Christ to tell your story.  Ask Him how He can best use you and be willing to follow.  To simply exist is not enough.  We are to be lights and witnesses in the world.  We are to be His tools and empty vessels that He pours out into the world with.

One year later I can truly say that it is well with my soul.  It is well because I obeyed, listened, and sacrificed.  He used that obedience and weak faith to bring me to where I needed to be…closer to Him than I ever have been before.

Closer to Him than I ever have been before…exactly where I needed to be.  May my life be a sweet sacrifice of praise to my God each and every day of my life and may it reach into eternity.

Amen.

Nighttime Breezes…

Of the many things in this life of mine that I love, in the top ten is to sit outside at night. You know those early hours when a gentle breeze plays around you, silence is present, and through a clear sky you can see star twinkling down at you as though they were little windows to heaven.

It is in these moments that I find much rest and peace.  These are the moments that I feel my soul open up and the imaginary barrier that is between my thoughts and my soul during the day suddenly melts away and I find the random strains of words that bounce through my mind forming some sort of coherent thought.  It is in this moment that my creativity returns and I find the words for everything that I have been wanting to say.

Suffice it to say that the patio furniture was completely worth every penny (or fil if we are really going to be accurate) that we spent on it.  I was blessed today to have gotten off of work on time, have a lovely dinner with some new friends, and to finish my chemistry homework…all before 9:30pm.  Now, I relax with my thoughts before bedtime and finish out my day with peace and contemplation.

Yes, a very good day and yes, I rejoice to have nighttime breezes and all the thoughts they bring back in my life again.  It has been far too long.

Returning to Joy…

Joy is not an emotion or sense that I have had much of over the past few years. Since college my life has mostly been defined by sadness and heartbreak and somehow that became my identity. I forgot how to love and how to give love. Then, as He unfailingly does, Christ turned up and pulled me back to Him.

Turns out I just had to move around the world to find myself in the perfect place for His work to be done in me and in my heart. Obviously His timing was perfect and this could have happened anywhere in the world but He chose for it to be here. This single, solitary fact has alone made my move to Al Ain the best decision of my entire life. Without a doubt.

What happened? I will spare the details but here are the bullet points.

1. God sent me the friends I needed who would help guide me back to Him.

2. I realized that I just needed to start loving people again.

3. Understanding that performance based love is not really love and that there is no way that I can make God, or people, love me more.

4. I had to let people love me and believe that they actually did.

5. I had to submit to circumstances that I was not happy about in order to do what I was called to do.

6. When sin has a foothold in your life you need to tell someone so that the matter can be brought to light and they can pray about it with you.

7. When sinful thoughts enter your mind command them to go away with the name of Christ.

8. Do not be afraid to let go of people and events that are not meant for this time in your life.

9. Immerse yourself into God’s word and grow to love Him again.

10. Forgiveness and love. Forgiveness and love. Over and over again.

Through this, and all the details, epiphanies, tears, self-death, and truth that came with it, I realized the other day that for the first time in a very long time I am truly and richly happy again. My laugh comes up out of my soul and I delightfully throw my head back as it bubbles out of me. My smile comes easily and the pain behind it is almost gone. I am peaceful and content. There is true joy once again.

So, now, I set out on a new journey. In this journey I begin to figure out who I am, what I am called to do, and what I actually enjoy doing. So many things I have done were because I was supposed to do them because they made other people happy. Now, I sit and ponder what I would actually like to do.

I have been richly blessed. There is no doubt about this. I will continue to walk on following the guidance of those wise people that God has placed in my life. I will continue to work, sacrifice, and love those around me. I will smile because I am happy not because everyone expects Christine to smile. I will keep curling up daily with my Bible, journal, my pen, and a random book of choice. I will seek silence daily. I will open my heart and ears for God’s leading. I will choose to forgive wherever it is needed. I will choose Christ.

I am a victim of God’s mercy and of that I have no doubt. I am a blessed woman.

The Profession of “The Lady With The Lamp…”

It is once again Nurse’s Week.

And here I sit, a world away from every type of nursing I have ever known. I find myself backtracking into an earlier decade in the lines of thought that surround me and the methods used. Nothing wrong with it but it is just a little hard to wrap my mind around.

Earlier this year I discovered two of the most delightful shows I have possibly ever found: London Hospital and Call the Midwife. Through the plot lines and historical perspective of both I have realized in a way I never have before just how far both the medical and nursing professions have come over the centuries. Then, today, I picked up “Notes on Nursing” by the great Florence Nightingale herself. As I flip the pages of my kindle I find myself smiling at the many truths she uttered and wondering what she would think of this modern era of nursing.

We nurses give up our health, sanity, sleep, emotions, heart, comfort, and pride over and over again for our patients in what seems to sometimes be a thankless profession. We complain, vent, stress, and consider quitting over and over again but still, day in and day out we drag ourselves out of bed, pull on our scrubs, and go off to the battle that we have to fight for that day. We come home hours later, often drained of all energy, mentally exhausted, and still carry on with the rest of our lives. We fight day in and day out for everyone in our lives. We care past what anyone should ever have too. We put up with and do things that most people could never dream of and we do in all with our best attempt at a smile on our face and a tactful word on our lips.

As I look around me in this country I see nurses made of a metal that I have never seen before. I am told stories of nights where there would be one nurse for the entire hospital and they would care for the laboring mothers, the sick babies, and any other patients all at the same time. They come from a different era than I could ever dream of and that I honestly don’t want to experience. They are incredible women and I am very proud and honored to have the opportunity to work with and learn from them. Already they have taught me more than I ever thought they would when I came here.

We nurses will go on taking whatever is throw at us. We will keep fighting for our patients, our doctors, our hospitals, and our profession.

We will continue to carry the lamp…

Coming Off The High…

Adib is my arabic teacher and in keeping with everyone else on this hospital campus, is fully aware that I have been “popping pills” this week. Prescription nonetheless, but still, apply the term while you can. I was being particularly silly in class today (those of you that know me in person know what this looks like) and Adib looks at me, shakes his head in the quintessential Arab male way, and asks me if I don’t regularly pop pills. I confess I laughed.

Yep, typical me, making everyone wonder what in the world I am smoking. I find it very unfair that most people are so grumpy that there must be something wrong with you if you are actually happy. *Steps off soap box*

But with all that being said, I am honestly quite pleased to be coming off the mind boggling drugs and actually beginning to have coherent thoughts again. My back got a little stiff last night at work but I grabbed an ice pack and just rested for a little bit. It always helps to have awesome, rather maternal co-workers who can take one look at you and see the problem. The day I actually manage to get anything past Vasantha will be an epic one.

Anyhoo…chicken salad has been made and is in the fridge wait for me to eat it now that the maintenance guys have finished cleaning the AC in the kitchen. Oh, and pictures have been hung in the living room which means I have no excuse to not take pictures for you people anymore. I’ll do my best to get that done this week.

Love to all!!!

Weekend Blessings…

Weekend Blessings…

I would have pictures for you this weekend but I cannot find my camera and considering that I cleaned my room this weekend I find this a bit worrisome. I am sure that it will eventually turn up though.

Things I have been blessed by this weekend…

Sleep…

Friends who come over for breakfast on Friday mornings and the fellowship that we have together over cheese toast, cinnamon rolls, and eggs…

Long walks through the Al Ain Oasis followed by getting lost coming out the opposite side and having to find my way home…

Sunscreen, which keeps the Arabian sun from turning me into a piece of leather…

Cold showers after long walks…

Couches upon which to lie while watching movies with friends…

The fact that the Emiraties love American food chain and that I can go to Chili’s for dinner and eat shrimp tacos…

Brenda’s cable recording device and the ability to watch American Idol all the way over here…

Moments when I am filled with an insane desire to clean my room before going to bed…

Sleep…and recordings of the Psalms…

Saturday mornings of freedom…

Cleaning cupboards…

Laundry that needs to be done…and then is done…

The fun of house cleaning with my awesome roommate…

The blessing of a job I can go to and also days where God allows it to be slow and a manager who says I can go home since there are more nurses than patients for a change…

A gifted afternoon of freedom…

Trips to the mall, new clothes, and Pink Berry…

Dinner with friends…and fresh, homemade salsa…

Silly movies that make you laugh…

Talks with your roommate that makes your soul happy and brings healing…

A clean room to fall asleep in and a bed that is comfortable, pillows, and a teddy bear that came with me from home…

In case you were wondering, I had a wonderful weekend. I will be able to return to work refreshed tomorrow. Praise God for His marvelous gifts!!!

Alhamdulillah!!!

Little Angels and Sleepless Nights…

I am turing into a night owl…

Pretty much any of my close friends will tell you, I am not a night owl in any sense of the world.  Grumpiness arises at around the 11pm-12am if I have not hit the sack by my usual, when life is in order, 9:30pm bedtime.  Ask me to stay up past midnight and you are going to find either a less than friendly Christine on your hands or someone who is almost out of their minds with giddy silliness of rampaging emotions. 

Enter move to the UAE stage right.

There is nothing like a 10 hour time zone difference off how you have slept your entire life to make you rotate you awake time preference to something than what it was before.  Unfortunately, it has not been a complete miracle.  Nope, this whole rotating shifts thing (worst idea ever) keep me in a constant state of upheaval.  Rearranging my sleeping patterns every 3-5 days was just not lending itself to a happy or sane Christine.  So enter another life similarity to my mother at stage left.

Two weeks ago found me in the Director of Nurse’s office asking if there was something we could do about the fact that I keep coming to sleep having not slept the night or day before.  Thankfully, she agreed and as of April I will only have to rotate throught day and night shifts and I get to stick with each for a two week period of time.  Praise God for that!  Hopefully this will be a happy solution to the lack of sleep problem. 

I must confess I like the night shifts…the little angels don’t sleep quietly in their beds most of the time but minus the hustle and bustle of the busy day shifts it is quite nice to have a bit of a slower pace onthese shifts.  More time to actually get to knowthe babies and what is wrong with them.  This night I have been busy snuggling with one of the big ones who eats way too much.  The precious cuties does make the most adorable facial expresions! 

So yes, I do like my job.  That is safe to say.  Plus, it’s Vasantha and I hanging out tonight which means that the talk of pathophisiology is flowing forth from her absolutely amazing brain!  World’s best teacher!!!  Loves her!!!

I’m going to go eat more dry cookies now…little angels are all asleep.:-) 

Meltdowns Happen…

Don’t get me wrong, I love living here, but there are just some moments when I want to throw the whole thing in the can, get on a plane, and take myself back to America where people think like, I dunno, Americans.  Culture shock and the cultural differences are perhaps one of the hardest things about living here.  Also, one of the most rewarding.

So this past weekend I proceeded to cry.  In public.  A lot.  Not a usual MO for me (at least I don’t think it is).  Typically, my tears are reserved for my bedroom late at night or at the very least when I am alone.  Well, apparently not now that I live in the UAE.  It seems my favorite place to cry is at work and I seem to end up in the big boss’s office every time.  Mostly because she is an American with lots of wisdom to share on how to handle all this new and frustrating stuff.

I will also admit that I am homesick.  There you go.  It is out in the open now.  I miss all of my crazy, opinionated, and loud American buddies who I just get along with.  No wondering if I am about to step on a cultural toe without even realizing it.  The people in America just get me (most of the time).

So I have finished my crying for this round.  Night shifts are over again for another few weeks so sleep will be back in the mix soon.  Also, I have decided to give up perfectionism again and focus on living rather than trying to make things a certain way.  Just focus on places where my focus is needed…you know, places like just learning how to take care of sick babies.  Or how to become a good little Anglican.  Also, where does on buy the good kitchenware…because they just don’t have Pierre One and William Sonoma here….though there is a rumor of a Crate and Barrel in Dubai (oh glorious Dubai).

There will be more meltdowns coming but I am pretty sure I will live through them.  For the most part everyone here is wonderful and so sweet.  Whenever I feel like I am self-destructing they have this (slightly annoying) way of reminding me that everyone goes through this, I am doing well, and that I am going to hate the summer here (do we really have to bring it up in every conversation?).

Day by day through God’s grace.

Unto The Lord…

A most interesting thing happened this week.

I was at work, embracing my American right to complain about something (we have got a definite problem people) when the house keeping guy came in to do his weekly deep clean of our little unit.  He smiled so big at me, said hello and good morning, to which, of course, I cheerily responded.  His grin got even bigger.

I watched him off and on that day as he worked really hard scrubbing, dusting, and wiping walls down.  It occurred to me that this man, who I am guessing doesn’t get paid very much at all (in no way as much as I do) was doing his best to do his job excellently and was so cheerful about it.  Literally humming as he went along removing marks from the walls with his rag, dusting baseboards, and making sure everything was just so.

It began to strike me just how much everyone around me doesn’t complain.  They get frustrated, yes, but the out and out whining that we Americans are so good at…not a bit.  The more and more I watch, the more convicted I become.

Yes, this place will be good for me.  There is much to do and I am going to have to work hard in a different way than I can even imagine.  I will find the legalism, people will frustrate me, and there will be many moments when I wonder why I have moved here.  But God’s grace remains.  His truth and His wisdom are sure.

My lesson for the week…do all things without complaining or grumbling.  The example, a man, humbly on his knees working hard to do his job well.  Rejoice in what is given and do not focus on that which I think I should have or do.  Follow the Lord’s guidance…not seek only for my own.  Open my eyes to the many answered prayers that I have seen in the past few days and embrace life here in all of it’s fullness.

My goal…to rejoice.  My purpose…to honor God.  My prayer…that Christ Himself may strengthen me to do this through His love, grace, and power.

Amen.