tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-92029010934144947692024-03-04T23:56:05.284-08:00Jen Jenserving in MicronesiaJenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06143702557046067102noreply@blogger.comBlogger306125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202901093414494769.post-52298945600784709112011-10-28T20:23:00.001-07:002011-10-28T20:23:54.048-07:00New Chapter New Bloghttp://jenzett.wordpress.com<br />
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I'll keep this one up for a while but I need a grown up blog now, whatever that means :)Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06143702557046067102noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202901093414494769.post-35679131255253908142011-08-15T18:07:00.000-07:002011-08-15T18:07:33.800-07:0042 more days<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9p_VThSWEXz5GBkkNjgqjoN_cTr3pH1wgMnin3WWEHvy-QOggqPuXvkXN3HLflCn-C-ygDQ8lXaDs50NNJifmHY4fvodiQcfxD6ElKDkqI_bFVJDQAB8fPJjFgY-0obdvR-ZzNpPyOfQ/s1600/P8131268.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9p_VThSWEXz5GBkkNjgqjoN_cTr3pH1wgMnin3WWEHvy-QOggqPuXvkXN3HLflCn-C-ygDQ8lXaDs50NNJifmHY4fvodiQcfxD6ElKDkqI_bFVJDQAB8fPJjFgY-0obdvR-ZzNpPyOfQ/s320/P8131268.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>I tried to change my addresses today. I successfully changed my PO Box over, but couldn't change the physical address because it's linked with a business. Interesting, right? I also need to get a few boxes to ship a few more things out by tomorrow. I'm overwhelmed (to an extent) of everything that I need to do this week. While I'm in Thailand, my roommate will be moving our household over to a new apartment. Hopefully I'll be able to do most of it with her right when I get back. I am excited about my last two trips, the new apartment, and everything else that's going on out here. I'm really excited about everything that will be waiting for me in California. Seriously, these last 5 weeks will be hard, but I'm not complaining. I totally feel blessed.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06143702557046067102noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202901093414494769.post-82651925672504065722011-08-10T21:31:00.000-07:002011-08-10T21:35:24.737-07:00Japan<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidOYkovXrOj0orV5THXJxni8MlKApztOrUZL3pBdTCeyLuOTr0Nhgj7s2XD3LwP3KNtwnvSpj2nFdolhDQq52vWSzpsipQM8_54hMyNWjsxBJoxAJyRgAXzGhrZXo9C6udX0zYYM4SmDc/s1600/P7280861.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidOYkovXrOj0orV5THXJxni8MlKApztOrUZL3pBdTCeyLuOTr0Nhgj7s2XD3LwP3KNtwnvSpj2nFdolhDQq52vWSzpsipQM8_54hMyNWjsxBJoxAJyRgAXzGhrZXo9C6udX0zYYM4SmDc/s320/P7280861.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>I loved Japan. I didn't realize how much Japanese culture is in my life, and was so hesitant about going. If I only knew sooner I may have chosen to move there over going back to the states. But, there may be a time and place in my life to be back in Asia.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06143702557046067102noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202901093414494769.post-34970786698443885922011-08-10T21:19:00.000-07:002011-08-10T21:19:49.632-07:00The BIG update!Here it is- the one, big update that I have been meaning to put out for quite some time. My summer has been somewhat hectic but also amazing. I see God's hands in everything that has happened along the way so there is no way I can complain about any of it, even the bad. Here's my update in bullet points:<br />
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<li>I did not go to Yap, as planned, but stayed on Guam to work at my church.</li>
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<li>I set a moving date for the end of September, to give me time to wrap things up here- and thankfully, God has been providing me with work to make it through!</li>
<li>Scott and I put our miles together, giving me about 80k miles to travel with! </li>
<li>I got to travel to Japan for the first time.</li>
<li>I'll be going back to Thailand for a second time, including a stopover in Hong Kong. </li>
<li>I'll take my first trip to Korea. </li>
<li>I'll be back in Southern California on Sept. 26th...</li>
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Dec. 22: Sleep from 7:30-11:30. Wake up and hang out on Facebook all night and all morning, until everyone else gets up at 9 or so. <br />
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Dec. 23: Nap from 1-3. 4. 5. wake up around 6 to eat. Go to bed at 4am and wake up at 8am.<br />
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Dec. 24: Nap from 1-4. to 5. to 5:30. OK finally up but halfway falling asleep. Christmas Eve, up until 2am. Wake up 6:30 for church.<br />
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Dec. 25. Bed at 4am. again.<br />
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Dec. 26. Bed at 10. Full night's sleep. Thank goodness!<br />
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Dec. 27. Did I sleep? Oh yeah 2am-6am<br />
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Dec. 28. Bed at 9:45 and wake up at 4am, won't go back to bed.<br />
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Dec. 29. Slept on my aunt's couch- 8 hours of sleep but on a couch.<br />
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Dec 30- tonight: my goal: 8 hours of sleep, but it's almost 1 and I have to wake up by 9. New goal: bed as late as possible and sleep as late as possible.<br />
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One thing that living outside of the mainland USA is that I have really been able to kick a lot of weight hangups. And, I'm the same weight as when I left a year and a half ago.<br />
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My goal: before March. And, this is the only blog you'll see about it.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06143702557046067102noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202901093414494769.post-46297759388648806372010-12-22T22:52:00.000-08:002010-12-22T22:52:54.900-08:00blog resolution for 2011I will blog a whole lot more in 2011.<br />
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So far in the past month I've lost my camera (probably died for good) and my computer (for a week or two) and then after finals and traveling, I finally have some down time to update everyone on stuff.<br />
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So, right now, I'm in New Jersey and I am so excited to be here! It's freezing and I am battling some crazy jet lag. I went to bed around 7, woke up around 10:45, and now it's almost 2 am and I can't sleep. I'm listening to Stephen Armstrong sermons and playing cityville to pass time. I am excited about the next three weeks. I have some decisions to pray over and I think that's why God put it so strongly on my heart to be off of Guam and on the mainland. First things first, though- spend time with family, adjust to the time and temp, and get some good food.<br />
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Merry Christmas!Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06143702557046067102noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202901093414494769.post-77156216431545942342010-12-05T20:56:00.000-08:002010-12-05T20:56:03.218-08:00I'm typing up a speech on the Anabaptists and the Schleitheim Confession, something I never knew about until taking a seminary class on "How to Write Papers" and of course the topic is seminary "stuff." I loved writing about Church History, surprisingly, and even though I went into this topic blindly I found out some very interesting things about the Schleitheim Confession and Anabaptist movements.<br />
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I struggle with legalistic practices in churches and sacraments that people do out of habit instead of recognizing what they are symbolic of in their own faith. The Anabaptists, from what I understand, although agreeing with the 95 Thesis, saw some problems in the Reformation and wanted to make an impact on Christian culture, not just church culture (even though they should be related, they sometimes are not). I am not going to go into the seven areas that they tackle, some of which I highly agree with, some that I am not sure about, but I will say that this group drafted a document that cost them their lives to take a stand for ministring as Christ had, and not how legal and church figures saw fit. I want to live my life that way- looking to the cross and to Christ as the basis of my ministry.<br />
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The Anabaptists were considered radicals in their day, just as Jesus was (it's interesting that the term "radical" when relating to Jesus means extreme when Jesus just did what was right, what God would do), and as I want to do. Learning about these people brought me back to the book I recently read by David Platt, in which I did a quick online search and found these two quotes from it. May we be like Jesus in what we do:<br />
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"The modern-day gospel says, 'God loves you and has a wonderful plan for your life. Therefore, follow these steps, and you can be saved.' Meanwhile, the biblical gospel says, 'You are an enemy of God, dead in your sin, & in your present state of rebellion, you are not even able to see that you need life, much less to cause yourself to come to life. Therefore, you are radically dependent on God to do something in your life that you could never do." <br />
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I am thankful for friends and family, including the ones I got to spend two beautiful Thanksgiving dinners with (lunch + dinner). I think social gatherings involving food is mmm hmmm a really good idea. It makes the holidays away from other friends and family really special. Happy late Thanksgiving to you all, especially far from me.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06143702557046067102noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202901093414494769.post-79739983580179575792010-11-28T05:52:00.000-08:002010-11-28T05:52:54.943-08:00Crazy Love<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiwu8SycUIq-03y9t6TUYgOWDQPYj3JpbpJ9Xi14EbWhtCwUMTFr4ILvdgf1ONEbo7iQ2Ev45lQThQ59kzC_eaIxtt-DaOCTHInJsQ3Xh3Ztq3MsObRwPqexvPVFxgcRkLgsAaf5G9OQ4/s1600/P1010055.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiwu8SycUIq-03y9t6TUYgOWDQPYj3JpbpJ9Xi14EbWhtCwUMTFr4ILvdgf1ONEbo7iQ2Ev45lQThQ59kzC_eaIxtt-DaOCTHInJsQ3Xh3Ztq3MsObRwPqexvPVFxgcRkLgsAaf5G9OQ4/s320/P1010055.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I love these girls, and what we get to do together. We're still working our way through <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Crazy-Love-Overwhelmed-Relentless-God/dp/1434768511?ie=UTF8&tag=jenjsblo-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">Crazy Love: Overwhelmed by a Relentless God</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=jenjsblo-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=1434768511" style="border: medium none ! important; margin: 0px ! important; padding: 0px ! important;" width="1" /> by Francis Chan, and last Wednesday we got to escape to the Westin to have some coffee (and tea, and coke) and read through a chapter and a half of our book. We're getting deep into God's love and what it means to have a perfect Father and how the way we love Him just doesn't seem to do it. I'm convicted weekly and pray that I can lead this study while I have so much of my own stuff I'm working through. All I can say is that God has blessed me with a great group of girls and we're growing in His love through this. I am so thankful. </div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06143702557046067102noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202901093414494769.post-63700575710911676062010-11-05T17:34:00.000-07:002010-11-06T05:30:24.231-07:00K2 photo highlights<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Leeman and his machete. He's kept it in his backpack before. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jihee and Teisy helping set up the Holy Graffiti room. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yos, Sou Sou and Xyanne helping prepare dinner. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Teisy, Sarah, and Jihee having snacks in some downtime. These three blessed me so much!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yos and Sou Sou eating the food they helped prepare. We fed about 100 people for three days.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Anne and Steve in line. Steve is one of my favorite foodies and both are mentors to me. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Leeman leading worship. God really used him this weekend. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kenny Clark, from La Mirada, Ca was our speaker for the retreat. He lead 4 services on what it means to be adopted into the family of Christ, and following Christ into a life of sacrifice. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">After dinner and night service, we had rooms open for worship, healing, counseling, creative arts, etc. This is some of the wall of the Holy Graffiti room. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jayleen adding to the wall. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Exhausted in the morning...the guys slept in the sanctuary. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">just for fun, a giant slip n slide. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Benny Luke and Charles perform a song together. Benny Luke is Marshallese but translated the song into Chuukese and played with Charles, for Shema Cafe night. </td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</a></div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06143702557046067102noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202901093414494769.post-9535712423559239362010-11-05T17:08:00.000-07:002010-11-05T17:35:23.071-07:00Back on Track<div style="text-align: center;">I have not posted in forever. I haven't contacted my church in forever. I haven't done a lot of things that uphold my end of being out here in Guam, especially with my supporters. I will humbly admit that I am stressed, dealing with some big situations, have a lot on my plate, and have just been plain busy. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Busy- I am convicted of that word. I am even too busy for God, and I hate it. </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I am slacking off in reading my Bible, and I hate it.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I am blowing off some important students because I have to go tutor, which I have to, but I don't make time for them later. I just let things go. That's not me but it's resulting from something in me.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Many a thing unmentionable. But God is <span style="font-size: large;">BIG</span>. Our problems are <span style="font-size: xx-small;">small</span>. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Oh, and my room is a mess.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>But, let me catch you up on some GOOD things.</b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I have a discipleship group of 3 girls who are amazing! We're growing together in scripture and in Francis Chan's <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Crazy-Love-Overwhelmed-Relentless-God/dp/1434768511?ie=UTF8&tag=jenjsblo-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">Crazy Love</a>. We are planning a missions trip with Sarah's group, prayerfully and hopefully to the Philippines. We're also praying to go serve in Chuuk together.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">God is moving hugely in student's lives. <b>I have been able to be involed in 4 things that blessed our campus:</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Staff lead chapel</div><div style="text-align: center;">Shema cafe (open mic night, one student came to know God)</div><div style="text-align: center;">K2 Campus Wide 3 day retreat</div><div style="text-align: center;"> Chapel again, theme of what it means to follow Christ</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I will be posting on most of these in the next few days.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;">Oh, I have a great roommate, great friends out here, and I love my work. God has blessed me immensely. I really miss my family and friends back in the mainland...and if possible, I would love to catch up with everyone I have been missing. If you can, shoot me a message. I would love to hear from you in the midst of blessings and craziness. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">My grandpa is my dad's father. They were so close. I have great memories of my grandfather and my dad together, and it makes me think about what I would do if I lost one of my own parents. This <i>was </i>my first close loss, and I don't really know think I handled it. Found out via Skype...was unwillingly counseled... cried...then had a glass of Cab with some McDonalds. A glass of wine is what I do with my family, and it was enjoyed in honor or memory of him (good advice that came out of the uninvited counseling). </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Anyway, I remember my grandpa from my childhood. He always had red delicious apples hanging in a basket in the garage of their home in Connecticut. He taught me a few Polish words (all I really remember is my last name and "little table"). He was always into computers, even had an iPod years before me. He was an exec for GE and I found a signed note with a picture from the recent George Bush in his home office. Who was my this man?? I don't know about his work life or successes, even though through overheard testimony he had a successful worklife, but I do know that his smile would be the reason I'd want to spend time with him. My grandpa was never tired of learning or trying new things, though he did it with wisdom. He took classes on Apple computers. He once found a recipe for potato latkes in the newspaper and was making them when I stopped by unannounced. I know that he twisted copper wire into beautiful trees that he fastened to large stones. I have one now. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">It is hard being far away from loved ones, especially knowing they aren't doing so well. I'm not going to pretend otherwise. I do know, however, that my grandpa believed and I will see him in heaven. I have that assurance. I pray my family has that peace as well. Even though we're all so far apart, there will be one day where we will never feel that again. That's part of my assurance too. I love being where God has me, and know that He will redeem the loss and suffering I feel as I focus on him. It's ok to miss my grandpa, and its ok to look back on experiences and regrets (of course we have them..not spending enough time, etc). Those things will be used for good eventually. I have a joy in knowing that even though I didn't get to say goodbye, I will just wait years before saying hello again. </div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06143702557046067102noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202901093414494769.post-14907333282253150492010-10-02T16:08:00.000-07:002010-10-02T16:08:01.108-07:00Prayer and Fasting for OctoberPIU did something amazing to start off October, which I was blessed by and got to be a part of. Check out <a href="http://guamdaveo.blogspot.com/2010/10/we-moved-into-october-at-piu-with-24.html">Dave's blog</a> for the story.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06143702557046067102noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202901093414494769.post-83883732959796604672010-10-02T15:40:00.000-07:002010-10-02T15:41:34.567-07:00Must Read<iframe align="left" frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=jenjsblo-20&o=1&p=8&l=bpl&asins=1601422210&fc1=000000&IS2=1&lt1=_blank&m=amazon&lc1=0000FF&bc1=000000&bg1=FFFFFF&f=ifr" style="height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;"></iframe>I just finished this book by David Platt- and I think it's a must-read for any American Christian looking for their purpose in Christ.As an American serving overseas, this past year has been a battle in separating that which is my culture and that which is Christ's culture. Unless we're removed from it, I am not sure we can really separate the two. Is the American Dream getting in the way? Are we aiming to please our culture or to please Christ? <br />
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I am linking the Amazon site to you- it's about ten dollars cheaper here than in the bookstore. I hope you're inspired, encouraged, and challenged.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06143702557046067102noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202901093414494769.post-13627496910837110692010-10-02T15:26:00.000-07:002010-10-02T15:30:41.954-07:00Learning from our Dog<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8k1KU-3Xx4-dWa-yniVTseJdgc0xk-W7P4Z_K7SI0-jnBrGxz9kieHmoHyyRfhKn05uuRIDT0Qr5CI0tklJ93IQfbOL4ki3pwC-E0HfGjD7xCaO1ieyVOVqmSqtapEnopT7LdaL7NuJI/s1600/P1040013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8k1KU-3Xx4-dWa-yniVTseJdgc0xk-W7P4Z_K7SI0-jnBrGxz9kieHmoHyyRfhKn05uuRIDT0Qr5CI0tklJ93IQfbOL4ki3pwC-E0HfGjD7xCaO1ieyVOVqmSqtapEnopT7LdaL7NuJI/s320/P1040013.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">My roommate Sarah told me about "<a href="http://www.catndogtheology.com/">cat and dog theology</a>", which seems to stem from A cat would say something along the lines of "I am great and that's why you treat me well" while a dog says "You are great that's why you are good to me."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">I had the whole morning and early afternoon off, and decided to sleep in. When I woke up, I put on some shorts and a t shirt and took Bear outside as part of his morning routine. I was walking around with Him enjoying the only breeze I'd probably feel for the day, when I decided that after he did what he needed to do I would take him out. I wanted to go to one of our most beautiful war memorial parks, Asan Beach, and go for a jog while Bear could do whatever it is that dogs do.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">After he finished with his business, I was walking back up to the apartment, expecting him to follow me. He didn't. Instead, he decided to sniff one bush in the middle of our complex. I was calling for him, but he wouldn't come. He wanted to, but he wanted to stay. He had one eye on me and one eye on the bush. I wanted him to hurry up so I could take him to a bigger and better place, but he had no idea. I couldn't communicate that to him, either, so I just walked over, put his leash on, and he gently followed me back. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">We finally ended up at Asan. I think the short time we spent there made both of our mornings- I've never seen a happier dog then when we're outside playing. If we can do this for our pets, how much more can our Father do for us? He gives us good gifts, provides for us, and has something better in mind then we can often even imagine. He washes us of our filth and leads us to rest. Bear had no idea that we were going to the beach. No matter how much I called his name he kept one eye on the little bush he was smelling and the other eye on me. He had no idea. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">When we talk about really focusing on Jesus, I think we talk about knowing that He knows what He's doing and that we can trust him to lead us. Sometimes He has to come get us while we have one eye on Him and one on the figurative bush. I want to obey my master in the same way that I want my dog to obey us- to know and trust us in what we do, to be disciplined when wrong, and to be guided into paths that please us. Bear is not capable of having the kind of lifestyle he has without a rescuer, such as Sarah and myself. He would otherwise just be a street dog or have been put to sleep in the shelter where we got him from. Just as we are nothing without Christ, <i>our </i>rescuer. If we know this to be true, then why do we feel the need to keep one eye on Him, and one on the familiar, when we will be abundantly provided for beyond our measure of knowledge and means of control when we keep both on Christ? </div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06143702557046067102noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202901093414494769.post-19501219409407232432010-09-27T20:56:00.000-07:002010-09-27T20:56:05.473-07:00I came in to find...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7urYW8bLVG28i_SbM9Kxhg8TFQ8OyEQwLDTVbFw05l14x9Tm5pRX1KjMScBRyhIlyiCGhj7YV7Z5u_hnu924fRkdX0KtE5-z-7mvel_8b4Jhrj218mImk4hNYtZtAlhoXqqtdvgjDCEU/s1600/P1020010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7urYW8bLVG28i_SbM9Kxhg8TFQ8OyEQwLDTVbFw05l14x9Tm5pRX1KjMScBRyhIlyiCGhj7YV7Z5u_hnu924fRkdX0KtE5-z-7mvel_8b4Jhrj218mImk4hNYtZtAlhoXqqtdvgjDCEU/s320/P1020010.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">my two students from one of my classes laying on the floor. "It's cooler down here"- yeah, it really is. I don't blame them.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> If these were two girl students I (am not going to lie!) probably would have joined them. Between the weird weather changes, the mold, and being sick from whatever..flu, sinus infection, whatever is going around...I would love a day to just lay down on the cool tile floor and do nothing. Maybe I'll take this as a lesson for recovery from how my students spent their pre class minutes. </div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06143702557046067102noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202901093414494769.post-10339111111785206402010-09-21T16:03:00.000-07:002010-10-02T15:31:03.119-07:00Oreo Fellowship<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I went to bed and woke up with a sore throat. I stayed up late, too, but for good reasons. When I woke up this morning, I estimated that I could have stayed in bed three more hours. Instead, I did my hair, played with my dog, and talked to my roommate. When I took Bear outside, I met a neighbor with two dogs who rescued his too. Man, something about having a dog really brings people together. This is important to me because both my roomie and I have a desire to minister to our neighbors and get to know them, and Bear makes it really easy to talk to people. He is so friendly and people are drawn to him. I never get those opportunities if I'm not home right? </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I was then going to organize my room, but I think that instead I'll call my mom. I'm making mac n cheese (organic shells and stuff, but still comfort food) and lentils for lunch, and taking Oreos and milk to campus today. Oreo fellowship? Yep- I'm so excited. Extra time in the office, extra time with the students, and extra time relaxing. I know that I'm supposed to do this, relax, but I get so caught up sometimes even in really fun things. Even good stress is stress, good fun is still busy. There's so much blessing in taking time to refresh. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Do you ever just get sick of seeing yourself, spending time with yourself, hearing yourself speak? Yeah, me too- I'm working my way out of that rut. I'm going to simply enjoy today, and see what God has to share with me. </div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06143702557046067102noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202901093414494769.post-12422299560219035612010-09-20T07:27:00.000-07:002010-09-20T07:32:46.908-07:00Roaches, Bears, and Lions, and all of the blessings that come withI'd have to say that James 1:2-4 has been on my heart a lot lately, and then it started appearing in places...prayer, Sunday school, Bible study, and I've noticed the places where God has been cultivating great things from otherwise unpleasant experiences. I'm going to tell you a story as a metaphor for what is happening in my life (inspired by another story I heard this evening), and I hope you catch on.<br />
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So, last year around this time, a roach crawled up through the drain of our bathtub and died (or so I thought) right there. My roommate at the time, who was (and still is) fearless with these things was staying with a girl she babysits for the weekend, and I pretty much needed to shower and couldn't do that with a roach in the tub. Anyway, I was hoping that when I got back someone would have somehow taken care of it. Well, when I got home, I had to deal with it because no one else did, and I really didn't want to. Worse, the roach was not really dead, it just managed to lay on its back (taking a nap??) for about 12+ hours. My other roommate gave me some tools and made me deal with it. I wasn't in any kind of place to deal with that kind of thing and I had no desire to. I looked at the experience of killing the roach as a gross one and some sort of island initiation. <br />
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A few months back, my new roommate Sarah and I moved into an apartment together. I had been praying for the entire year to have the feeling of having my own place again and I'm really pleased with the way things worked out. As a result, I have been wanting to face some challenges that I know will make me a stronger and more capable person living out here in Guam. One of the things I prayed for is to not be afraid of insects but to be able to deal with them. Well, that kind of thing seems to be a process. How do we get stronger? I believe there are two things: the Holy Spirit, and experience. I have had a few experiences with roaches and every time I have more peace about killing them and disposing of them, and the process becomes easier and more automatic. I used to never even kill anything using a shoe, and when I was in Chuuk I had to restrain myself from trying to kill innocent spiders outside in their own habitat.<br />
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At Bible study last night, we talked about David and Goliath. David said that he was prepared for Goliath from certain experiences such as going after lions and bears to rescue his sheep. When questioned/doubted,<br />
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</div>I doubt that David knew that these experiences would prepare him to attack a giant man in battle, but God knew all along that He was raising up a servant that would defy humanly expectations but completely glorify God in strength that was built from the heart outward. I know roaches aren't bears and lions, but to me, they are an example of what I feel like I'm up against, minimally, in an effort to serve, worship, and glorify our living God. They are filthy and every time I deal with one, I'm not really happy about it. It's not like I'm saving Christ's sheep, I'm just selfishly keeping my own space clean. David really went after what God gave him to honor and protect. Perhaps I'm honoring and protecting my place, but, seriously? <br />
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James 1:2-4 says <i><sup>"</sup>Count it all joy, my brothers, when you meet trials of various kinds, for you know that<sup> </sup>the testing of your faith produces steadfastness. And let steadfastness have its full effect, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking in nothing." </i>ESV<br />
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Being able to handle island issues is part of my developing character living on an island. This and other issues, such as cultural ones and daily adjustments, will be used in my life in the long run. I'm not ashamed to say I'm learning how to kill these bugs. I am disappointed that I can write a lengthy blog on a minimal experience I had with an unimportant creature when I could have been sharing the truth of God's love and things He has been doing in my life instead. Last year, I had a lot to share yet really, nothing of depth to speak of other than the ways I <i>saw </i>God work in my life. Knowledge and understanding Him? I'm not sure I really had that to the capacity I could have. I also didn't go above and beyond in ways that would help me grow. I was stuck on adjustment and lost focus here and there. <br />
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Now, I know what I have to do and what God has called me to do. I'm working on knowing God. I'm memorizing scripture, learning how to study more effectively, in Bible study(ies) and praying for my future in ways I never thought of. God is giving me knowledge and tools, slowing my speaking reactions, sharpening my listening and giving me models of godly character, just to name a few. I feel convicted left and right but it's all blessing. All of it. I know that God is moving in huge ways in my life and every trial, every struggle, I feel like I have prayed for in advance. Whether it's growing in menial ways around the house to tremendous excitement for furthering God's kingdom, I see Him working and making me usable.<br />
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Looking back at last year, I'd never want to relive it, but I am so thankful for the incredible blessings and the refining that have come from my experiences. I now fully understand the savign power of the gospel, as it has save me, and I am valuing and pursuing prayer (alone and in group) more than ever. I am thankful for the roaches, lions, bears, and giants in my own life, and that I know that God use these things to complete a good work in me (Philippians 1:6) and allow me to grow spiritually mature (James 1:4). I'm so thankful that my focus has reshifted, and that God is starting to do these things in me. I couldn't do it without Him and I wouldn't be equipped without Him. Now, I know both presence and the protection (Ephesians 6:11-20, Hebrews 4:12) in Christ and am willing...craving...to go deeper. The pain and growth are blessings, and the lessons will be used whether I realize it or not later on in my life. For that, I'm so thankful, and to quote a song I can't get out of my head, "sweetly broken."Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06143702557046067102noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202901093414494769.post-5913104765656574092010-09-19T14:50:00.000-07:002010-09-19T14:50:12.451-07:00The long, muddy road<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWfZb_Ky_7HvS7srmDuYMEEad9c5xkmEvYB0UIZbZYluUZEODcZDJU2dFr0p93EQWAShYii8X9-BfAOf1f3yyMOW4SHRn7DgCK-TwbM8M4Nc3d4QS7Z0Lp8ePZx6mvYuzsMh8qydunOls/s1600/P1010134.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWfZb_Ky_7HvS7srmDuYMEEad9c5xkmEvYB0UIZbZYluUZEODcZDJU2dFr0p93EQWAShYii8X9-BfAOf1f3yyMOW4SHRn7DgCK-TwbM8M4Nc3d4QS7Z0Lp8ePZx6mvYuzsMh8qydunOls/s320/P1010134.JPG" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">When I mentioned that I was getting ready to walk down the long, muddy road, I got a lot of interesting responses. I was being literal, though- I was really preparing to walk down it, drive down it, be driven down it . . . all of the potholes, the mud, the dust, everything that comes with one of the main roads of Weno, Chuuk. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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I got to teach a bunch of these guys and girls at Mizpah Christian High School. I was given the juniors and seniors for English, and the seniors for computer class. My 45 minutes 3x a day wasn't enough for me, I could have spent hours with them again like I got to over the summer. It was hard for me to say goodbye after the week.<br />
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</div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06143702557046067102noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202901093414494769.post-43604806176600412992010-09-07T05:59:00.000-07:002010-09-07T05:59:51.227-07:00Guess where I'm going?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1s3os7OnX5E11C5hTx1Ni6_s1ux4Me8xnlB8lQw8Hd_GlMToRvbDHEm8tvu4kYYy5YQwabHCDdyT75mFfTrryhyqxS4YRn3uEicPZwZmSyw7u2DXKUcjs8I4ECz37xZ_0ZUuoX1jUqHk/s1600/P1010246.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1s3os7OnX5E11C5hTx1Ni6_s1ux4Me8xnlB8lQw8Hd_GlMToRvbDHEm8tvu4kYYy5YQwabHCDdyT75mFfTrryhyqxS4YRn3uEicPZwZmSyw7u2DXKUcjs8I4ECz37xZ_0ZUuoX1jUqHk/s320/P1010246.JPG" /></a></div> Here's me where I will be in a week. <br />
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This will be a good thing. I think I do need a break, even if I will be working. I need a break from myself...I'm starting to annoy myself...I'm with myself too much.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06143702557046067102noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202901093414494769.post-70443664127262115942010-09-07T05:56:00.001-07:002010-09-07T05:56:57.332-07:00I'm back in Guamand tackling a million different things! Do you get my email updates? Maybe that sums a lot of it up.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06143702557046067102noreply@blogger.com1