[Five Minute Friday] Yes

Yesterday a picture went viral. 
A police officer carrying the dead body of little boy out of the Mediterrenean sea in Turkey. The boy had tried to flee across the sea and had drowned in a boat that’s been way too small and way too old for such a precious load.
This is not the first incident, it’s just the peek of inhumanity in a series of terrible events going on in Europe at the moment. People trying to enter our countries, and all they hear is NO.
NO to a place to stay.
NO to something to eat.
NO to transport.
NO to a job.
NO to them as people, as human beings who have something to offer to this world and community.
The daily news of burned down refugee homes, aggressive demonstrations and the most horrible posts on social media make it hard to believe in a bright future, in something better to come.
There’s just NO and uncertainty.

But in all that darkness, in the midst of desperation, there’s a YES.
A YES that resounds from the beginning of time when it was first spoken.
The YES that the One God uttered and then made people.
YES to create fragile, tempted, vulnerable, often horrible, hurting human beings.
YES to beloved children who make a lot of mistakes and are more lost than they would ever know, yet are also more saved than they will ever dare to hope.

His YES starts ringing like a whisper in our hearts, gaining strength until it fills our entire being.
He said YES to us. And His YES can give us the courage, faith, and strength to say YES to others.
YES to welcoming people into our countries.
YES to opening our doors to them.
YES to listening to their stories, holding their hands when they’re shaking with fear.
YES to giving away food, housing, any kind of support.
YES to mirroring Jesus in places of despair and uncertainty. 
Let there be YES and a bit more hope in this broken, broken world.

If you’re as disgusted and compelled as me by the happenings in Europe at the moment, please check out more resources. And pray, if that’s all you can do.

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Writing for Five Minute Friday today. 

 

[Five Minute Friday] Find

People who know me would probably agree that I am a patient person.
Someone who can wait.
But there are exceptions.
When it comes to finding something I can be really impatient. Like a small child that is supposed to find a toy in its mess of a room. I look once and don’t find it, “See? I looked and I didn’t find anything.” And then I sulk.
I become impatient.
At the toy that’s not there. At the world for no obvious reason. At myself.

The Bible also talks about seeking in the famous verse:

Seek and KEEP ON SEEKING and you will find. 

See, I guess I am not so good with that second part.
I seek and I often don’t find. 
Because I don’t keep on seeking. 
I don’t have the courage and patience to go after something again and again. And probably again the next day.

Not finding means missing out on some of the great things in life.
The beauty of nature in unexpected places because we walk around with our eyes closed.
Depth in friendships because we don’t keep on investing in someone.
The strength and courage in ourselves which will only grow if we take on a challenge.
The Lord’s peace that only comes when we stay close to Him.
The gift of His presence we often don’t detect in the hectic of every day life. 
We will find things we never set out to seek in the first place – let’s be more adventurous and patient to find them!

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Writing with many others over at Five Minute Friday today. 

[Five Minute Friday] Learn

A few weeks into my teacher training I heard it for the first time. “You’re such a nerd!”
It brought back memories for me. Memories of high school when I was called the same way, especially during exam seasons.
And surprisingly, it was never meant in the negative way.

I’m a nerd. I like to learn.
It’s fascinating to read about other cultures, other people’s views on things, delicious food recipes.
I like to take everything in and compare my own ideas with it.
I enjoy digging deeper into the bible, looking at historical backgrounds and its influences on the parables.
I sometimes look up greek words and their meanings which sometimes turn my whole understanding around.
I like sermons that don’t stay on the ‘feelings’ level.

But I guess I am also a ‘people nerd’.
More than I want facts and knowledge, I want relationship.
Connection.
I want to get to know someone on a deeper level.
I really struggle to walk away from a conversation with only knowledge or objective facts.
I want something personal because we have just made a connection.

This requires effort, the right questions and the courage to ask them.
It requires honesty and the bravery to give away something of yourself.
And it requires a lot (yes, a lot!) of time and investment.
But it’s worth it, trust me.
In the end, in times of need, knowledge can only get you so far – but friends will take the long walk with you.  

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Linking up with Five Minute Friday today. 

[Five Minute Friday] Here

One of the ‘perks’ of being a missionary kid is the travel during furlough.
Well, ‘perks’ in this case might be ironic because it’s not really fun, especially not as a kid.
You travel from church to youth group to ladies’ breakfast to small group meeting and talk about your work as a missionary in some remote place. And the kids are shown around like a trophy or support the ‘performance’ with a funny story.
Tons of people look at you and talk to you as if they were your best friends. They know so much about you, you don’t even remember their names.

And all of them are very, very excited about what God is doing in Africa.
Because that’s what missions is all about, right? 
Going to a foreign country to share the gospel.

I think this is the first things that comes to a lot of people’s minds when they hear missions.
It’s not here, it’s somewhere out there.
It’s with people of a different country, language, faith.
So you either have to pack your bags and go, or you make sure you support a few missionaries while you earn your money at home.

It has been six years since I came home from South Africa.
Six years without being a missionary kid or missionary myself.
But does that mean I have not done missions?

We’re not all called to go to different countries, but we are all called to be witnesses. 
To share the gospel with our lives.
With our weaknesses and failures.
With our successes and joys.
We are called to stand beside those who are alone.
Walk with those who struggle along the way.
Listen to those who have no one to talk to.
Bless someone in small ways.

We can all do missions right here and right now. 
Why? 
Because it is not our job to save the world. 
We are called to see.
See what the Lord is already doing and join him in His mission.
Then missionary stories and excitement will no longer just be other people’s stories, they will be our lives.

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Linking up with Five Minute Friday today. Congrats to Kate Motaung for one year of hosting!

[Five Minute Friday] Try

Do you remember these scenes at the dinner table when you were younger?
“Mom, I don’t like cheese on the pizza.” –  “But you have to eat it.”
“I don’t want to eat cheese. I don’t like cheese.” – “How come you don’t like cheese?” – “I don’t know, I never tried.”
– “See? You never tried. Well, I’m telling you girl, you don’t get to leave this table until you have tried at least one bit of cheese!”
Today cheese is one of my favorite bits on the pizza.

If you’re a parent you might have to go through these arguments with your own kids over and over again. A child who has never tried, but also never knew how much it missed out.

I find myself in similar arguments today with God.
I don’t like the tasks he sets before me, the people he wants me to connect with, the challenges that will help me grow.
I want to remain right where I am, right in my comfort zone.
So I sit at his table, stare at his offers, and wait.

The truth is, we will never know how good the “cheese” out there is unless we try.
We’ll never experience the freedom unless we’re willing to leave some old boxes behind.
We’ll never enter a new level of intimacy unless we have the courage to open up in our relationships.
We’ll never make new friends unless we leave the comfort of our own four walls once in a while.
We’ll never see more of the world unless we are willing to leave our six mile radius.
We’ll never see the growth in our lives unless we face the challenges to get there.
We’ll never see the beautiful view from the mountain top unless we take on the task to climb that hill. 

We’ll never experience the strong hand of our heavenly Father, lifting us up on his shoulders, saying “Come on, child, let’s try it together” unless we decide to let go and let him win that argument.
Again.
And again.

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Writing for Five Minute Friday over at Kate Motaung‘s place today. 

[Five Minute Friday] Ten

The other day I was at a party.
About 250 people there, most of whom I knew.
Well, “knew” is a bit overrated. I know their names, what they do, that’s it.

Occasions like this remind me of my true nature.
As much as I love the crowds and their energy, as much as everyone says I am an extrovert and people-person – deep down inside there is this shy girl that can’t handle the masses, the noise, the superficial talk over and over again.

And the more I come to think of it, the more I’m okay with it.
I’m okay with not being okay in big crowds. 
I’m okay with not connecting with everyone and talking with as many people as possible.

People and their relationships are an interesting thing.
How and when do we connect with others?
Most of the people I met at that party were there because we all do the same thing – teach.
We sit together in classes, we laugh at the same jokes, we spend our breaks together. For this assigned time we live in this bubble together and feel like we’re the best friends ever.
But after class ends, when everyone goes home to their own lives, we are not.
We are just two people who might run into each other on the street, say hello, move on.

We need people like this in our lives.
Whatever we may call them (acquaintances, friends, temporary friends…), we need people to walk alongside us for a specific time. It doesn’t have to be much, not very intense, it’s just there for the moment. When this time ends – how many of these relationships will survive?

We can’t survive on these crowds, on mere acquaintances, superficial talks. 
We need something more. 
Deeper connection. Scratching below the surface. Taking off our masks.
People we want to invest in, pour our time and soul into.
People who invest in and pour into us.
Walk through the light and the heavy days together.
Cheer each other on in tough times, rejoice over victories.
It doesn’t have to be the crowds, it only takes a few.
Ten people, maybe only three or five.
Maybe only one.

Are you a crowd or a “ten’s enough” person? Who pours into your life? Who do you choose to invest in? 

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Connecting with a fabulous bunch of writers at Five Minute Friday today. 

[Five Minute Friday] Free

I don’t know what you remember from your teenage years (or how much you actually want to remember), but one thing that I took away from it was that it was hard. A lot of struggles.
Who are my true friends?
What kind of music do I really like?
Why do I do the things I do?
How do I want my life to look like?
What is my opinion on xyz?

I especially struggled with my faith.
Why do I believe in God?
Does the way I believe in him actually make sense?
I felt limited in my expressions of faith, boxed in by opinions I had been taught by family and church.
It was time to break out.

The road to freedom often is not a golden-paved way to the promised land. 
Rather a stony, hilly path into the unknown. 

I also remember conversations with people outside the bubble I had grown up in.
People who lived a completely different lifestyle, had completely different opinions.
People who asked lots of questions and forced me to re-evaluate myself, to step away from all of it for a while and look at things from a distance.
People who encouraged me to pull away the layers of my life that were no longer part of my self.
They were present in my struggles, cheered me on in my search, helped me get rid of unnecessary baggage so that I could finish the race.

Well, the race is not finished yet.
But the more I see and experience in life, the more people I meet, the more I step out of my comfortzone and boxed-in beliefs – the more I discover the great freedom that’s out there. 
Freedom to be and not just do.
Freedom to make mistakes.
Freedom to grow.
Freedom to discover and learn.
Freedom to climb up that hill, no matter how long it may take.
Freedom to believe and discover more of God’s facets in unexpected places.
Freedom to live.

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Linking up with my writing friends over at Kate Motaung’s Five Minute Friday. 

[Five Minute Friday] Dream

I don’t dream at night. No winter wonderlands, no nightmares.
But I certainly have dreams.

I used to dream of becoming famous. Someone people would recognize on the streets.
I used to dream of becoming a professional musician and touring the world.
I used to dream of being someone people look up to.
I used to dream of being married to a handsome man by the age of 25.
I used to dream of being and doing so much more.

What material are dreams made of?
When is a dream a dream and when is it just a simple illusion?

I guess we need to live in order to find out.
We need to run with an idea and see how far we can get.
We need to allow a vision to flood our veins with energy and adrenaline to keep us going.
We need to stumble and readjust our view.
We need to watch a dream shatter at the rocky shores of life, say goodbye to mere illusions and overrated expectations.
We need life to refine our dreams and reveal their true nature.

We need to go through this process of running, falling and seeing clearly.
In the midst of it we might discover that dreams are still there.
That new dreams are birthed in unexpected places.
We might encounter the One who has dreams for us, had them all along, and will never give up on us trying.
We might find that our dreams have a perfect place in the bigger picture.

You can’t measure a dream.
But if we allow the master to dream for and with us we might see them unfold right in front of us.

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As always, linking up with Kate Motaung and the Five Minute Friday peeps today!

[Five Minute Friday] Fear

When I was little I was terribly afraid to be alone in the car.
Whenever my Mom would stop somewhere to swing by a place or drop something off I lost it. As soon as she said, “it’ll only take a minute” I knew what was coming.
My mind started racing with scenarios how strangers would come and attack me, hijack me right out of the car. I sometimes hid behind my seat to not be seen by people passing the car.

So my parents bought a teddy bear.
I actually don’t remember if he had a name, but he kept me company whenever Mom and Dad couldn’t.
That teddy bear didn’t make everything better, but he made me feel less afraid.
He was just there.

About twenty years later I’m totally fine by myself in the car and many other places.
But fear is still there, just in a changed form.
We still feel lonely sometimes and doubt if we are good enough for someone’s friendship.
We still have to face tests in all kinds of areas in life and deal with potential failure.
We still can’t foresee the future and know whether we will sink if we step out onto new waters.
We still live in a world that appears to be more broken every day with suffering, wars, hunger, poverty.

Fear of what’s to come lurks in the back of all our minds.
It freezes our brains, cripples our souls, and binds our hands sometimes.

We are not supposed to live like this, crippled and hopeless.
We are meant to overcome fear and thrive.
This doesn’t happen in a day, but it might start with a teddy bear.
Someone in your life who walks with you.
Listens to you as you share what really bothers you.
Cheers you on as you call fear by its name and put it in its right place.
Pull fear out of the shadows and into the light.

As long as we live in this broken world we can’t take all cares and fears away.
But we can very well decide whether it governs our lives by lurking in the dark.
Let’s find and be teddy bears.
Friends who walk with each other through the dark days.
Who face trials together.
Who help each other get up after we have fallen.
Who don’t take everything away, but make the day or night a little brighter.
Let us remind each other to bring our fear-crippled hearts to the Everlasting, our rock and true safety.

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It’s Friday and we meet up at Kate Motaung‘s to just write. Come and join us!