“It’s like this when you live in a story: The first part happens fast. You throw yourself into the narrative, and you’re finally out in the water; the shore is pushing off behind you and the trees are getting smaller. The distant shore doesn’t seem so far, and you can feel the resolution coming, the feeling of getting out of your boat and walking the distant beach. You think the thing is going to happen fast, that you’ll paddle for a bit and arrive on the other side by lunch. But the truth is, it isn’t going to be over soon.

The reward you get from a story is always less than you thought it would be, and the work is harder than you imagined. The point of a story is never about the ending, remember. It’s about your character getting molded in the hard work of the middle. At some point the shore behind you stops getting smaller, and you paddle and wonder why the same strokes that used to move you now only rock the boat…the far shore doesn’t get closer no matter how hard you paddle.

The shore you left is just as distant, and there is no going back…I think this is when most people give up on their stories. They come out of college wanting to change the world, wanting to get married, wanting to have kids and change the way people buy office supplies. But they get into the middle and discover it was harder than they thought. They can’t see the distant shore anymore, and they wonder if their paddling is moving them forward. None of the trees behind them are getting smaller and none of the trees ahead are getting bigger…and they go looking for an easier story.”

When I originally read this a few months ago, I was blown away by how much I related to it. I didn’t relate to the actual kayaking part of it–the only time I have been in a kayak was on a cool evening several years ago with my ex-friend Mark Johring, who promised it would be fun and we wouldn’t get wet (I was in work clothes having just come from my 8 to 5), but five minutes into our adventure we barrel-rolled out of control underneath/through a barbed-wire fence that was stretched across the river (?), and when I was able to finally pop up out of the water and catch my breath all I knew was that i was completely drenched and gasping for air while I watched my favorite baseball cap float down the river without even giving me a chance to say good-bye (you still owe me for that, Mark, and you cannot put a price on a perfect-fitting cap). So, like I said, I didn’t really relate specifically to the kayaking aspect of Miller’s story, but I easily connected with the analogy of it as I thought about us leaving behind our old plans of going to Peru and setting out to find a new direction for our family.

We feel like we are in the middle of the water, paddling and paddling. We had hoped we would be on the other shore already, not necessarily kicking back in the shade with a picnic lunch, but at least laying on the sand catching our breath and resting our arms. It hasn’t gone quite that smoothly. We are still confident that we were supposed to shove off into the water (leave our plan of going to Peru with World Team), but we had underestimated the distance to the new “shore” (a new vision, purpose, direction, job, place to live, etc.). But we don’t want to take the easy way out, whatever that would be. We want to live a story that sometimes takes us through challenging times, but changes us for the good and inspires others. We want to believe that God is just as present in the open water of the crossing as He is at the “destination.” But we also have to believe that we will not be paddling like this forever, and will soon rediscover a rhythm for our family and a more restful place.

Thank you all for asking about us, checking in with us, and praying for us! On a side note, I would highly recommend reading Donald Miller’s book, and I would not recommend kayaking with Mark Johring.

Our little Shelbs turned 2 today!

If you would hang out w/Shelby on her 2nd birthday, you would learn that she:

drinks agua, “pop”, “leche de vaca” (milk from a cow), and hot tea
pretends to be a baby lion
sings all of “twinkle twinkle little star” (or rather “tinkle tinkle little star”) by herself
doesn’t like brown crocodiles, but likes purple ones
requests the stories of noah, jonah, and namaan, from the bible
looks forward to watching “Dora” every morning
eats yogurt and eggs for breakfast
enjoys food more if she has “dippy-dippy” (especially ketchup) to go with it
prefers her hair in her eyes rather than clipped up
searches for the moon in the sky at night and during the day
jokes around by putting “nunu” at the end of words (mama-nunu, papa-nunu, puppy-nunu)
asks to play with the “bright-lite” (lite-bright)
thinks blenders are too loud,
and
LOVES her mama!

Shelby, our family is indescribably blessed because you are a part of it. We thank God that He gave you to us. We love you–Happy Birthday!!

Christmas came around and we had been in Bolivia and Dr. Pepperless for about 6 months—a long 6 months. My grandparents flew down to visit, which was a great present in-and-of itself. But, I will never forget the gift they brought my siblings and me. Under the odd-looking Christmas tree that we had made from tying Eucalyptus branches together, was a 20-ounce bottle of Dr. Pepper for each of us! It was a better surprise than if we would’ve received a bar of gold (because with a bar of gold, you still couldn’t buy DP in Bolivia). Our eyes lit up! We could barely believe it was true. I remember unscrewing the cap, and listening to that familiar fizzy sound when a soda is opened, and then just closing my eyes and smelling the goodness. Who new Heaven could fit in a 20-ounce bottle? That first sip was a holy moment. Unforgettable. Definitely the best $1 my grandparents have ever spent on me.

I think God smiled when He watched us enjoy that Dr. Pepper. He seems to like those kinds of surprises. All throughout the Christmas narrative (the Biblical one, not the Bolivian one), we see God surprising His kids with life-changing gifts. Gifts that caused their eyes to light up and gifts that would be talked about forever.

Picture this: Zechariah’s wife was barren (something that caused shame in those days) and past the child bearing age. Yet she and her husband yearned for a child. The prayed for a miracle. Zechariah comes home from work one day and says (or rather, carves in stone), “Hi Honey, I’m home. Long day at the temple. Oh, before I forget, I won’t be able to speak till you give birth to the forerunner of the Messiah. What’s for dinner?”
Surprise.

Or how about this one: “Hi Mary! Oh, please don’t freak out, I’m just an angel of the Lord. Hmm, I guess I can see how that may seem kind-of crazy. But seriously, if that is hard to believe then you’d better sit down for this next part.”
Um, surprise.

Let’s not forget the shepherds in the middle of the night:
“Sure is quiet tonight.”
“Yep.”
“Cold too.”
“Yep.”
“And extra dark.”
“Yep.”
“Did you watch ‘Dancing With the Shulamites’ last night?”
“Yep”
“I thought the judging was tough and the dance-”
“GLORY TO GOD IN THE HIGHEST! PEACE, GOOD WILL TO MEN!!!!”
Surprise.

In the language spoken by most people at the time of Jesus’ birth, there was a word that meant “surprise gift”. Interestingly, the word also communicated the ideas of “grace” and “joy.” God’s story of His Son showing up here on earth is filled with surprise gifts, showing us grace and producing joy. The story is filled with those things because God is all about those things. When we experience great surprises this Christmas, it can serve as a reminder of who God is and what He is like. We can reflect who God is and reveal Him more clearly to the world by surprising others with gifts that speak grace and spread joy. How can we live out this life-changing theme of the Christmas story this week?

Response ideas:

1. Tell your kids you have a surprise for them, and let them open a small Christmas gift early. Observe their reaction and excitement. Assuming they are excited, ask God to help you to have a similar response when you receive gifts from Him.

2. Bake and decorate sugar cookies with your children and then deliver them (the cookies, not the kids) to someone who would not expect them (the mailman, the gardeners, the neighbor you don’t know very well, the neighbor who doesn’t like you)

3. Practice “relational giving.” Give creative, thoughtful gifts that provide opportunity to deepen your relationship with others, and/or communicate how well you know them and how much you love them. For example, give a gift that enables you to spend time with the other person, making a memory with them, such as tickets to a concert, or a fun project to do together.

4. Invite yourself over to a friend’s house and bring dinner.

5. If you receive an incredible gift that is a surprise, thank God and whoever gave it to you for the reminder that God is one who graciously gives surprise gifts to us.

My dad is a high school vocal and instrumental music teacher. He always taught us that when singing or playing music, we should pay close attention to the “rests” (the silent pauses in-between the notes) because they are just as important as the notes themselves. If there were no rests, all the notes would end up running together in noisy, monotonous chaos, and the beauty and effect of the music would be lost.

Sometimes our Christmas seasons are like music without the rests. All notes and no pauses. No silence. There are so many errands to run, presents to buy, events to attend, that Christmas becomes more like a month of noisy chaos than a musical masterpiece that stirs the soul.

In reflecting on the first Christmas, it is clear that God used silence, “rests” so-to-speak, to help communicate the story of His Son’s arrival on our planet.

Before Jesus showed up in smooth skin and swaddling clothes (think 1st century onesies), there were 400 years of silence! For centuries, prophets had been proclaiming the message of God, and then there was just nothing. No prophets. No new writings. No podcasts. Nothing. Israel waited. It was almost like the calm before the storm. Something big was coming.

As the 400 years came to an end, a old priest named Zechariah received some news from an angel–news that his wife would become pregnant with John, the one who prepare the way for Jesus. But Zechariah didn’t believe the news, and God hit “mute” on his vocal cords till the baby was born. Think about it, nine months of no talking. You know what usually happens when you talk less? You listen more. Nine months of listening in preparation for the coming Messiah. Interesting.

When Joseph got hit with the scandalous news that his fiancé was pregnant, his life would’ve gone into a tailspin. His hopes and dreams shattered, his heart crushed. His waking hours would’ve been consumed with the whirlwind of thoughts, questions, and feelings surrounding this unanticipated situation. Which may be precisely why God waited till Joseph was asleep. In the still, quiet of the night, when all the gossipers were in bed, and the awkward conversations with family members were put on hold, God spoke. In a dream, God whispered peace, guidance, and purpose. And in the silence, Joseph heard. He woke up the next morning and for the first time, understood the meaning of Christmas.

Several months later in a remote corner of the Roman Empire, as the world slept, God showed up. God’s “Word” came to us, and the Word sounded strangely like a newborn baby. Have you ever taken care of an infant? When he/she is sleeping you probably use a baby-monitor, turn down your music, set the TV volume lower, do whatever you need to so that other noises don’t hinder you from hearing the baby. We pay attention and listen intently because the cry of a baby means something. Sometimes it means he is hungry, sometimes it means he is scared or mad or tired. A couple thousand years ago the cry of a certain baby meant that God had arrived. That was a cry to pay attention to.

That first Christmas, God used silence to speak to people and prepare them for His coming. Maybe God wants to use silence again, to remind us of His first coming, and prepare us for His return. Christmastime does not have to be a chaotic bunch of notes grating our ears. With silence, with “rests”, it can be a melody of peace, hope, and renewal. Let’s quiet the “background noise” in our lives so we are ready to hear God. Zechariah had heard God and was ready for Christmas. Joseph was ready. Are you ready?

Response ideas:

1. Three times a day, for the next week, sit with your palms up, to signify releasing (the worries and craziness of your life?) and receiving (the peace/message/love of God). Close your eyes, relax your muscles and take 10 slow deep breaths. Listen with your heart, mind, and ears for God. (You may be surprised at how foreign it is to just sit still and be quiet, especially during this season.)

2. Once this week, by yourself or with a spouse or friend, read the story of Jesus’ birth from the Bible (Luke 2, for example). Sit in silence for 60 seconds before you read and ask God to help you see the story, and Him, in a new way. After you’re done reading, sit in silence for another 60 seconds, reflecting on anything that God may have taught you from the story. If you are with someone else, talk about what you “heard” in the story. If you have children, re-tell the Christmas story to them, explaining that they need to listen closely, because afterward they are going to pick something they heard and liked (a thing, word, idea) in the story and make/represent that (animal, star, baby, love, whatever) using play-doh, markers, pudding-on-wax-paper like finger paint, etc. Take note of what your child makes. What significance does that hold in the story? Is there something about that that can teach you more about Christmas?

3. Turn off the TV for a day. For the rest of the week, when/if you watch TV, mute all commercials.

4. If you always have the radio going in the car (I do), wait 5 minutes before turning it on, proving to yourself you will not die if there is no background noise. You could even use your new-found silence to better observe your surroundings—Christmas decorations on houses, people, trees, leaves, mountains—or just try to be a better driver—haha.

We know this girl, Kristen, from Denver, who recently celebrated her 21st birthday. Her family threw her a huge surprise party. They secretly planned for months and months. They reserved a private room at a trendy sushi restaurant, decorated it, and invited 50 guests. They spent thousands of dollars to make this a special event. When the night arrived, Kristen just thought she was going out with some friends. She had no idea she was walking in to the most extravagant birthday party of her life.

Sadly, she was so overwhelmed that she had a difficult time enjoying the evening. Kristen is uncomfortable being the center of attention at large gatherings. And, she’s not even a huge fan of sushi. Later, she told us that she would have rather used the money spent on the party to pay for a couple long-distance friends to fly in and just hang out. Generally, she avoids big social events and instead prefers to just chill and spend quality time with a close friend. It was a shame that all this work, preparation, time, and money had been spent on something that the guest of honor really didn’t want. It was as if her family didn’t know her very well. They never asked her how she would want to celebrate her big day, and it seems, didn’t take the time to consider her personality and preferences.

Every December we throw a month-long birthday party. Supposedly it’s for someone else…supposedly Jesus. Yet, how many of us have paused to actually ask Jesus how He wants us to celebrate His birthday? (I’m not raising my hand.) Have we spent time considering who He is and what His preferences might be? How would He prefer our money to be spent? How would He choose to have us use our time and energy this month? In what ways could we celebrate so that it is obvious to the world that Jesus is the guest of honor?

Now, don’t get me wrong, Jesus loved a good party with good party food and drinks (remember, His first miracle in the Bible was making incredible wine at a wedding party). And God is the greatest gift-giver ever. So I’m not suggesting we throw out the presents, chocolate covered pretzels, and fun family traditions (I still cheered when I saw Santa at the end of the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade, and I still asked for a few more t-shirts for Christmas). I just wonder if Jesus showed up in person during the month of December would He recognize that we were ultimately doing all of “this” to celebrate Him? Do our actions and attitudes reveal that we really know Him?

We have the opportunity to refocus and re-align our holiday season with God and His desires. Let’s ask Jesus how he wants us to remember His birthday? Let’s take time to consider how we can creatively party in a way that reflects the guest of honor. Then let’s get to it…pass the chocolate pretzels and let the celebration begin!

Response ideas:

• Pray and ask Jesus to help you see how He wants YOU to celebrate His birthday (cause it will be different for everyone). Be looking and listening for His answer over the following days. Then act on what He communicates to you.

• Read stories about Jesus (from “Mark,” in the Bible, for instance) with your family, or talk with your family about familiar Jesus-stories, and write down things that seem important to Him. Then incorporate some of those things into how you celebrate. For example, off the top of my head I can think of Jesus helping the poor, widows & orphans, feeding people, spending time with people to get to know them better, visiting the sick (and healing them…but that may be a stretch for some of us–haha….maybe just visiting and praying for someone), letting children sit on His lap, building/making things (as a carpenter). This could be as elaborate as researching organizations that help the poor, and volunteering, or as simple as talking about the story of Jesus feeding the 5000 with bread and fish, and then have your kids give little boxes of goldfish crackers to their friends for Christmas. Or, you could have your kids draw a picture about Christmas and then give it to a neighbor so the neighbor can also remember Jesus this season.

• As you give a gift to a close friend or relative, think about your relationship with that person and the uniqueness of that person. Then creatively wrap/decorate the present in such a way that the one receiving it knows instantly it is for him/her, without having to read a nametag. (This can be done any number of ways. Think about using certain colors, pictures from magazines, little toys that represent something the person likes, candy/food tied to the gift, etc.)

• Eat cheap, simple dinners for a week (bean & cheese burritos, for example) and donate the money you saved to a global cause that helps those in need. Here are couple organizations doing really cool things:

A Way to Help — www.awaytohelp.org
International Princess Project -http://www.intlprincess.org/index.php/ipp/blog/P8/

Last year, in Costa Rica, we attempted to do a weekly family Advent celebration, to help bring a sense of intentionality and purpose to the 4 weeks leading up to Christmas. We only ended up being able to do that for 2 weeks, because we overestimated our ability, time, and energy available to plan an Advent celebration. We had big dreams for this year. We were going to do the full 4 weeks of Advent, but, here it is, almost a week-and-a-half into it, and we haven’t started. But we are starting tonight.

I have written a 3-segment Advent guide, to help us enter into the story of God becoming a baby and living with us. It will hopefully make us more aware of God’s presence with us, and will encourage us to actually invite Jesus into our often-misguided or distracted celebrations. We wish to have this awareness of God-with-us play out in our lives in such a way that blesses those around us.

I am posting the Advent guide below, in hopes that some of you might use it to help you focus on Christ this season. Each segment has a section to read, based on the themes of “Celebration,” “Silence,” and “Surprise.” Then I included some ideas of how we can practically and creatively respond, to remember these themes in the following days.

I wrote this with our family in mind, so some of the response ideas are family-oriented, but I am hoping many people–singles, couples, whoever—can use it and adapt it to their situation. Please do whatever you need to do to make it work for you. If you are a Dad of really small children, for example, you may want to read it with your wife (or put it in your own words, with your own examples) and then include the kids when you “respond,” explaining to them in a way they can understand, why you are doing what you are doing.

The response ideas are just that–ideas. You can choose some that I included, or think about your specific personality, resources, and situation, and come up with something different.

If you use this Advent guide, we would love to hear stories of what you did in response, and how that affected your celebration of Jesus this year. Please feel free to leave comments so that we can learn from you and be encouraged by your desire to celebrate differently this year!

Merry Christmas!

4–number of times we went to the beach (I thought it would be wayyy more–I mean, it’s Costa Rica! But, not everywhere is like the touristy pamphlets and websites. Living in the capital city in the middle of the country and not having a car or much money, makes things a lot more difficult.)

24–number of times I (Jason) went to the chiropractor (and should’ve gone more).

35–average number of taxis we rode in each month

7–number of locks we had to unlock to get from inside our apartment to the sidewalk

8–number of months in which we had to take an umbrella with us when we left the apartment

6–number of dollars per hour we paid our language helper, Kattia, to come to our house and help us w/Spanish

3–number of dollars per hour we paid Roxana for childcare and to help us with housework

57–number of seconds that our apartment shook during the earthquake that killed more than 20 people and left hundreds homeless

3–number of different types of monkeys we saw in Costa Rica

2–number of Nebraska football games televised in Costa Rica (which is 2 more than I thought there would be)

So, at 10:15, finally feeling kind-of awake, and realizing I only had 15 minutes before they start serving lunch, I quickly threw on a cap and running shoes and bolted out of the house (after unlocking and re-locking several locks, of course). As I was running the 5 blocks to the main road where we catch taxis, I prayed and said “God, I know this is not a huge deal, but it’s my birthday, and I really need a taxi to get to McDonald’s cause I am seriously craving the deluxe breakfast combo!”. And just then, literally like 3 seconds after that, a nice, shiny, new, empty taxi pulled up slowly beside me on the street, and I thought, “you’ve gotta be kidding me, this is amazing!”. So I flagged him down, and he, much to my disappointment, gave me the index-finger-wag, meaning, he couldn’t stop for me up b/c he was already going to someone’s house to pick them up. So, I kept on running. When I got to the main street, I waited a few minutes and then saw another new, fancy taxi coming my way, but, as he flew by me I saw he already had a passenger. As the time ticked dangerously closer to the 10:30 breakfast cut-off mark, I was growing more and more impatient. Over the next couple of minutes, 4 more taxis, all nice and new (old beat-up taxi’s will get the job done, but they are usually more dirty and sometimes smell like exhaust and are not as comfortable) passed me, and all were full of people. I was getting desperate and considered just running to McDonalds, which was probably less than a mile away, but then considered my out-of-shape-ness and the fact that I was half-way to 70 yrs-old, and realized a deluxe breakfast was not worth dying for, so decided my best bet was to just hope for a taxi. I soon spotted 2 more of them coming down the road, and I held my hand out to flag them down, and my heart jumped as the first one flashed his lights and slowed down to pick me up. As excited as I was, I was kind-of disappointed that, after like 5 new cars, this taxi was an old, run-down, piece-of-junk. But I was in no situation to be picky. So I quickly jumped in and explained my emergency to the driver. The driver’s appearance kind-of matched the car. He was a rough looking guy, muscular and unshaven, but seemed to be a little sympathetic to my desperate situation. We arrived at the drive-thru and it was such a relief to see the breakfast menu still on the screen. I ordered my deluxe combo, and ordered a McPinto combo for Lindsey (the traditional costa rican rice & beans dish, called “gallo pinto” with eggs and a drink), and, b/c it was my birthday and I was in a good mood, I offered to buy the driver a coffee. I was sure he would get a regular coffee, black, maybe extra strong (b/c that’s what tough guys get, in my mind), but, he ordered a cappucino and asked for cinnamon on the foam. haha! As we pulled up to the window and waited for our food I asked him about his family and stuff. Just like I was surprised at his drink order, I was surprised at his story. He told me he was a Christian and that he had a wife and 3 daughters (it is always a relief, to me, when I hear that guys have a wife, b/c divorce is very, very common here). He went on to say that his oldest daughter, who is 20, is mentally handicapped (which may explain why he can’t afford a nicer taxi–they have had to care for their daughter). She is developmentally like an 8-yr. old. I was thinking about how to respond to this information and learn more about this guy and his story, and the only thing that came out of my mouth (b/c this is all in Spanish and a little challenging) is that it must be difficult raising a handicapped child. And he looked at me and said, “Oh yes, very difficult. But very beautiful”. And then, in the brief minutes before our food came, we talked about how he and his wife have learned so much about the grace and love of God, as they have taken care of their daughter. And how, in some ways, we are all like his daughter in that we are all broken and in need of healing, and without the care of God, we will never be free to live the abundant life we were created for. Although the conversation was just a few minutes, it was deeply encouraging and touching. As we were driving back to our house, I was so thankful that the 5 fancy taxis that I really wanted, had passed me up, so I could take the old, dented one. I had no idea that on the inside of this messed up, ugly car, would be a loving husband/father, and a story of grace and sacrifice that was more beautiful than any shiny, new taxi could ever be.

When I got back home, we enjoyed our breakfast and then I opened my presents. Lindsey got me a bunch of unique, handmade, stuff, all of which had maps on them, which I love. One of the gifts was a cool t-shirt (called the “3 Green’s Globe” shirt) from a small company in Washington, called “slow shirts” that do all of their t-shirt artwork by hand, without any computers. You can see this t-shirt and their store at:
slowshirts.etsy.com

In the evening, we had small party in our apartment with Kattia (our language helper), Fernando (Kattia’s brother, who is a good friend of ours), and our maid, Roxana. It was a lot of fun and Lindsey whipped up some great food, like jalapeno / cream cheese / bacon appetizers, pizza, and carrot cake. This was the 2nd time I’ve celebrated my b-day outside the United States, but it was the first time my party has been all in Spanish (which felt like a big accomplishment). Thankfully, though, I also received a lot of calls and emails in English.

Although not wanting to admit I am out of the low-30s, it was a really good day. Thanks everyone!

While we were eating, one of the guys paused, in some slight disbelief, and said, “We did it. We pulled it off.” We were kind of amazed. Without our parents or grandparents around, we had, in fact, pulled of the perfect Thanksgiving meal, without forgetting anything. As we talked about our accomplishment, I began to see the group (including myself) a bit differently. It felt like, instead of a bunch of 20 & 30-something full-time-missionaries-with-children, we were a bunch of kids ourselves. Here we were, on our own, thousands of miles from home, struggling to fit in in a different culture, not really having a clue what we we’re doing, experiencing our first major holiday away from family and familiar traditions. Like I said, we didn’t even know the first thing about making a turkey. On this holiday, we weren’t really used to having responsibilities like baking a pie, or going to the store for more potatoes, or even making sure there were enough chairs for everyone. These were always the jobs mom or an aunt or somebody. Why would we have to do those things…we’re the kids. So this was almost like a test for all of us, a challenge….could we survive and thrive at Thanksgiving without Grandma there to make sweet potatoes? And, surprisingly, the answer was, yes. But, as big as that accomplishment was, this situation felt even bigger than that. It was more than just a question of this specific day or weekend. Surviving Thanksgiving represented, in some sense, surviving this transition from our old life to our new one of living cross-culturally. The guy who cooked the turkey was sitting across from me, and, toward the end of our discussion about all of this he looked at me and said, “dude, I think we’re gonna make it.” And I thought to myself, “I think he’s right. Maybe we are gonna make it.” Maybe the Thanksgiving meal was just that, a meal. But maybe it was more. Maybe God was graciously giving us a really joyful experience with a lot of great people, so that we could remember it and draw confidence from it. Maybe He was giving us something that, in the future, we could point to and say “But remember that first Thanksgiving away from home…”. I think I need those kinds of experiences. They let me know that God hasn’t forgotten about us. They help me remember that God is just as much with us “here” in San Jose, Costa Rica, as He is “there” when we celebrate with our families in the United States. His Spanish is just as good as His English. God reminded us of His presence with us, and of so many of His gifts that we can be thankful for–new friends here, the people we love back home, all of our ministry partners who are sacrificing so that we can be here, gravy, and so many others. There is no way to replace our traditions or family or regular experiences, and I’m not sure we’re supposed to. But we did have a very good day and had grateful hearts and extremely full stomachs. We hope you also had a good holiday and we hope God revealed to you some of the amazing ways He showers His grace on you.

Another great thing about the weekend was that the Nebraska football game was on t.v.–the first game we’ve seen all year. It was sooooo awesome to watch it, like I do every year on the day after Thanksgiving, and it was awesome that we won with a record-setting field goal! We were going crazy–it was sweet, to say the least.

We will get some photos from our Thanksgiving from our friends and post them soon. Also, we went to Guatemala a couple weeks ago b/c we had to leave the country b/c we have tourist visas. We meant to post some pics sooner, but there are like 400 photos that I am going through to select the best ones. Hopefully they’ll be on the site in a couple days.

Shelby really enjoys her aunt! Andrea taught Shelby how to clap on Saturday, and now Shelby does it regularly. Shelby laughs and smiles easily when her aunt is around, and I attribute the funk she was in today (she was kinda fussy and more clingy today) to Andrea’s departure. It’s hard on the whole family to say another goodbye. We miss you Andrea! Thank you so much for taking the time and spending the money to come see us and our Cost Rican life here. That meant the world to us!

There is something that was stirred within us when we said goodbye to Andrea today. We arrived here in Costa Rica about 2.5 months ago and although we have missed our closest people, that hasn’t affected our emotions too much. However, today we were teary, clingy, a bit depressed, and basically had a pretty good case of homesickness. It was as if Andrea represented in some way, our people, and her leaving made us very aware of how we are so “locationally” distant from so many that we care so deeply for. It has hit us in a new way today that we miss our family and friends, and that makes us sad. We feel sad and a bit lonely.

Thankfully, although today has been a bit tough, it’s also had a few bright moments. We have really come together as a family today. I think we are are more aware than before what a blessing it is that we have each other. We’ve given and received more hugs today than usual, and that has helped a bit with the sadness (and the loneliness). Also, we’ve asked God to join us in our day (maybe days) of sadness. We’ve invited Him to meet us in our tears and asked Him to be our Comfort. And He has, and is. We are reminded by funny emails from friends, good food, music, kind Costa Rican choir members (yes we joined our church’s Christmas choir), and each other, that God cares about us… all of us, the little things along with the big things. He wants us to let Him into the sad places and allow Him to meet us in our loneliness. How amazing He is! The God who spoke the world into being, wants to hear about my heartache, and about how I feel lonely and out of place in this new country.

I am also reminded of how thankful I am for those of you that read this blog. Thank you for caring about us and our lives here in Costa Rica. We are humbled by your concern and love.