update #11 - christmastime is here

Christmastime is here
Happiness and cheer
Fun for all that children call
Their favorite time of the year

Those of you who know me, know very well that this is my favorite time of the year. There's such joy, hope, and excitement in the air during this season. There's love and peace as families gather near and far to celebrate with one another.

For as long as I can remember, I've loved the Christmas season, willing it to start earlier every year (a bit to the dismay and frustration of friends and roommates over the years who have had to listen to Christmas music in October... They would have started hearing it in September, but I was careful to listen through headphones that early ;) haha).

Memories of my childhood Christmases are summed up perfectly by this next verse of the song:

Snowflakes in the air
Carols everywhere
Olden times and ancient rhymes
Of love and dreams to share

I love snow and the magic it brings. Something so simple can blanket a town in white, bringing a quiet peace and tranquility upon its inhabitants. And it's such a beautiful image of the clean and perfect [new] life we're given in Jesus, the baby whose birth we celebrate at this time of the year.

Sleigh bells in the air
Beauty everywhere
Yuletide by the fireside
And joyful memories there

Making paper snowflakes to bring
"winter" to Southern Spain

This is only the second time I won't get to spend Christmas with my family, so in some ways it doesn't feel like Christmas is actually happening this year. I am, however, taking full advantage of living in Europe and am spending my favorite holiday in my favorite country - Sweden! It's wonderful to be back in the Motherland, spending time with relatives I've met and gotten to know in the last 10 years, reunited with my man after saying goodbye in Boston almost three months ago, and celebrating Christmas with a family friend who has been part of our family Christmases for about the last 20 years.

Definitely all amazing things that are part of what I enjoy so much about this season. As much as I love and cherish my childhood Christmas memories, it's a gift to be able to make new memories in this season every year. 

Christmas time is here
We'll be drawing near
Oh, that we could always see
Such spirit through the year
Oh, that we could always see
Such spirit through the year...

As you all draw near to family and friends this holiday season, may you reflect upon the true gifts of love, hope, peace, and joy that are at the core of the meaning behind this most wonderful time of the year. Receive those gifts and be willing to give them as well. May we all carry the true Christmas spirit with us throughout the year.

Christmas cookies!

Our English Club Christmas party - plenty of
laughter and cheer that night :)

♥
mk

update #10 - holidays and families

"the love of family and the admiration of friends is much more important than wealth or privilege."  -- charles kurah


This time of year always makes me miss my family. In the United States, it's a time when extended families come together to share a meal of Thanksgiving. It's a time when some families begin decorating for Christmas. It's time when college students come home to be with their families. A time when a lot of young adults take time off work and make their way back home so they can celebrate and spend time with their loved ones.

We celebrated Thanksgiving with some of

our Spanish neighbors and friends.

Feliz Día de Acción de Gracias!

I'm thankful to be in Spain right now, even though it's the most difficult time of the year for me to be away from my family.

I'm thankful I get to experience my favorite time of the year in a different culture from my own.

I'm thankful for the wonderful friendships I've been given here in Spain that make home not feel so far away.

I'm thankful that I'm able to feel at home here in Malaga.

I'm thankful for this unique experience to live abroad and immerse myself in a new culture.

I'm thankful for the new perspective I've gained from living here.

I'm thankful that Spaniards truly value families.

This past week, as I've been missing my family a little more than usual, I've started to notice the emphasis on families here.
When kids have a day off school and their parents have the day off work, it's almost assumed that the family will spend the day together. I went to the mall on such a day a couple of weeks ago and it was packed with families - moms, dads and kids all together. Crazy. That's just not something I normally saw in the States.
Then I started noticing things my Spanish friends would say about going away for the weekend with their parents. Because, evidently, that's a normal thing.
Even the way a traditional Spanish work (and school) day is set up to include siesta is designed so that families can spend some time and share a meal together every day.

What a beautiful thing it is! A value so important to this people group that it has shaped their culture.

Right now, living halfway across the world from my family and close friends, it's obviously impossible to share a meal together everyday. Or even have a conversation most days. But that certainly doesn't mean I love or value them any less. It just makes me wonder how this time in Spain will impact my own personal culture I'm developing as I take bits and pieces of cultures to which I'm exposed.

I'm grateful for this time in a culture that treasures family. In some ways it makes me long to be with my family and friends even more, but it also makes me want to be more present here. What other beautiful aspects of this culture will I get to discover over the next few years here?



♥
mk

update #9 - loving my (homeless) neighbors: Spain

"great opportunities to help others seldom come, but small ones surround us every day." -- sally koch

The last couple of weeks have been very full for me. Full of places to be, full of things to do, full of new cultural experiences (good and frustrating), full of wonderful conversations, full of people. Being an introvert, weeks like that have the potential to be very exhausting. But, while I did feel very tired at the end of most days, it was a truly fulfilling couple of weeks.

Filling bags with food to hold people
over between lunch and breakfast.

Now that I'm a bit more "settled in," I have the energy to be able to meet with more people during the day, which has been so great. The time I've been able to pour into new friendships has allowed the relationships to grow deeper, which, in turn, has helped me feel a bit more settled. It's amazing how much of a difference it can make to feel known in a foreign place. Even just to feel heard can be quite helpful.

In the last couple of weeks, I've been able to spend some time volunteering at Amfremar*, the soup kitchen in our neighborhood that serves breakfast and lunch to my (homeless) neighbors. Before leaving Spain last year, I had the opportunity to serve there for a couple of months and have been really looking forward to being back there, tangibly loving my neighbors.

Since going back there, I've started to recognize more faces on the streets as I walk through my neighborhood. People I never would have guessed might be struggling financially. People who have a story. People who have something to share.

I can't fix their problems, but I can offer a listening ear. I can give my time to help prepare and serve lunch. I can treat them with respect. I can tangibly love my neighbors. All of them.

The video below is a news story about Amfremar:

(For those who don't understand Spanish, the story shows and explains that Amfremar serves between 30 and 40 people two meals a day and sends them with a sack dinner at lunch. There is one cook in the kitchen, so during meal times, volunteers and a couple of office staff will come help serve the food. Amfremar also offers a place to sleep for up to 10 people, as well as counseling services to help these people get back up on their feet.)


*Amfremar stands for Amigos Malagueños de Familias Rehabilitados y Marginados (Malagueñan Friends of Rehabilitating and Marginalized families).



♥ mk

update #8 - frustrations

"if you don't like something, change it; if you can't change it, change the way you think about it."  -- mary engelbreit


So many frustrations today.
So many things not checked off my to-do list.
So many tasks pushed out yet another day.

I started writing out - in great detail - each event and situation that frustrated me so much throughout the day and, as I was writing, I went through a big up and down of frustration. At first, it made me more irritated, just thinking through how I felt in the midst of each moment. Then, as I was recounting the stories, I realized how silly they all sounded. 

Being woken up by rain at 3:00 in the morning.
Going to (yet another) Spanish government office and being told (again) I don't have all I need.
The restaurant my morning meeting was at was closed today.
The (brand-new) bike I bought last week already has issues.
I had to walk in the rain. (Poor me.)

I mean, really?! Come on, Mikaela!

It was obviously a really trying day for me. ;)


Seriously, though. I can hear how ridiculous those complaints sound. Not that my feelings of annoyance and irritation weren't justified, but I was reminded - yet again - that so much of life is about our perspective.

A lot of what bothered me today was completely out of my control. There honestly wasn't much I could have done to change each of the situations themselves. But I did have control over how I thought about it. Unfortunately, most of today was spent thinking negatively about those moments.

But the day isn't over. 

This day doesn't have to end on a negative note. Nor do I have to remember those situations as frustrations. I can choose to shift my perspective away from the darkness and into the light. 

Look for the ray of light in the midst of darkness
(Photo: Monachil, Spain)

The rain that woke me up is nourishing the ground that doesn't often get the rain it needs.
I got to practice my Spanish with the lady I talked to at the government office. (And she was extremely patient with me throughout the situation we were both trying to figure out.)
Instead of eating out for my morning meeting, my friend/life coach and I got to cook breakfast together, which was really fun.
If I can't return my bike, this was a good learning experience for what not to do. ;) Plus I'll get to meet some new people at the bike shop I'll take it to to get fixed.
(I don't like to admit it, but) I actually think it can be totally freeing to walk in the rain.

Maybe next week my update will be entirely positive. For now, thanks for reading and supporting me from wherever in the world you're reading this!



If you can't change something, try changing the way you think about it.
It's worth a try.


♥
mk

update #7 - the return to Spain

"there is a difference between arrival and entrance. ...You can arrive at a place and never really enter it; you get there, look around, take a few pictures, make a few notes, send postcards home. When you travel like this, you think you know where you are, but in fact, you have never left home. Entering takes longer. You cross over slowly, in bits and pieces. ...It is like awakening slowly, over a period of weeks."  -- jamie zeppa

I have arrived in Spain.
After nearly 15 months in the States, it's surreal being back here. Surreal, a relief, frustrating, exciting, fun, exhausting.

So many different emotions going through me these days. A lot of new things coming to light this time around. Maybe it's because this isn't my first time in the country. Maybe it's because my commitment is for a longer stay this time. Maybe it's because I'd gotten used to American culture again without realizing it. Either way, culture shock is hitting me harder than I'd expected.

I thought I'd experienced enough of Spanish culture last year to be aware of how I'd feel being back here. I had set my expectations at what I thought was a realistic level to adjust back to this way of life within the first couple of weeks. But in these first couple of weeks, as I've worked on applying for residency, I've been slammed in the face with surges of frustration at how slowly things move here. Why must these offices close so early that I can only get one thing done each day?! How can anything get done in a timely manner around here?

But the slowness has really been a beautiful thing.

It has forced me to pause, slow down, and take in each of these experiences. I'm not here for two weeks, trying to see all that I can in a short amount of time. I have years to see it all, so maybe I should actually embrace the slowness of this culture and take that extra time to allow myself to settle in a bit better, to get to know the people I keep seeing at the market and coffee shops, to walk a little slower through my neighborhood and take in the sights, smells and sounds. When am I going to get this kind of opportunity again? Spain will only be new to me for so long, so why not make the most of it by taking on a bit of their culture and doing life at the pace most Spaniards would do it? (Novel concept, I know.)

The most important thing I need to remind myself to do is take things one day at a time. I'm still learning and adjusting. It's a process.
It happens in bits and pieces,
in conversations,
in walks through the city,
in meeting my neighbors,
in daily life.






I have arrived in Spain.
Arrived, but not yet entered. In time, probably without even realizing it, I will have entered. For now, one day at a time.


I'm off to the market...





♥ mk

the gift of uncertainty

Lately a lot of things have felt completely out of my control. Even more than normally are. I've known throughout this whole process of getting ready to move back to Spain long-term that I don't know the day I'll be funded enough to purchase my plane ticket, or the day I'll hear that my visa application has been accepted - let alone the day I can even apply for my visa. But throughout this journey, I've felt incredible peace.

Peace in the midst of uncertainty.
In the midst of frustration, anxiety, questions.
So many questions - from friends, family, supporters, myself.

Why am I still in the States?

When am I going to leave for Spain?

What am I doing while I'm here?

Some of those questions have a (relatively) easy answer: it takes time to gather together and invest in the people God is calling to financially partner with me. And honestly, I'm SO thankful for that time! I want to know those who are supporting me in this way, and I want them to know me. My desire is for a mutually beneficial relationship; one where we can support, love and encourage each other. I'm still in the States because God has me here - to show me who He has for me on my support team, to heal me from past brokenness, and to fully prepare me for this lifestyle He's leading me to in Spain.

And can I just tell you how amazing it's been? How amazing He is?! Not that there were any doubts, but wow - experiencing HIM is ... I don't even know how to explain it ... true peace, unfailing love, eternal joy. The fullness of who Christ is. No more, no less.

I've gotten questions I can't answer. But one thing I've known for certain: Christ lives in me.

So really, what else matters?
Why worry about the little details of when, where, why?
What could possibly be as important as actually knowing Christ? Of pursuing His face?

Taking time to be still and listen

So, for a brief update - I'm in Seattle for the foreseeable future. This visa application process and support-raising is out of my control, but I have peace knowing that God is the One who has complete control over it all. He has me here now for a reason. He will get me to wherever He wants me in His perfect timing.

All I can do until then is make the most of this time.

This precious time I have with family and friends.

It is a gift.

When you give up control over all the details that can sometimes be so consuming, you can start to see the gift that every little moment is. Every person. Every conversation. Every sunrise and sunset. Every interaction with something in nature. It's all precious. It's all something I wouldn't necessarily get to experience if I were rushing through this time here, trying my hardest to get to wherever I think I need to be, when I think I need to be there.

How amazing our Father is, constantly blessing us with gifts - whether we see them for what they are or not. May we have eyes and hearts to see His many gifts for what they truly are!

Precious time with cousins

♥ mk

update #6 - cross-cultural training & reflections

"I want to travel the world and breathe the air of new places." --unknown

Some reflections of the time I spent in the cross-cultural training this past month:

Culture is a beautiful and unique mosaic that I believe is a picture of the diversity and creativity of Christ. He makes Himself known in all cultures, people groups, and countries across the world, not just one. He is not limited to our simple understanding of a design for living. He is bigger and greater than we can imagine. He encompasses all cultures, never changing who He is by nature, but revealing Himself in different ways to different people.


We can stand to learn a lot about Christ by visiting and immersing ourselves in different cultures. Each culture’s unique explanation of the purpose of the animals, plants, landforms that fill this earth reveal just a bit more of who God is. In my opinion, culture is a picture of the Body of Christ – each part unique and necessary for the Body to function properly; parts of each culture are a reflection of who Christ is and when we learn more about other cultures, we are able to see new and different parts of Christ.


However, while there is much beauty in the unique creativity God has in forming countless cultures throughout the world, our human brokenness is also made evident in certain parts of these cultures. There is no right or wrong culture, but there are clear parts of each culture that are simply not Christ, but the flesh. In those parts, however, there is a story of redemption waiting to be seen.


And that’s the beautiful thing: Christ is in every culture because He is a mosaic of cultures, and culture is a mosaic of who Christ is. Though He may have spent His time on earth in the Middle East, He now relates to all people in all cultures. His love is bigger than cultural divides. He is greater than the differences that can blind us humans. And it’s His love that must be taken across these cultural barriers. It’s His love that can be communicated across the cultural barriers because He is the one constant that remains true in all cultures. We just need to look for Him with a different perspective. There may be different ways of seeing Him, relating to Him, understanding Him in each culture, but one thing remains constant: Jesus is there.


I think this is something truly evidenced in culture: His love, glory and power are understood in various languages and experienced by people all across the globe. There is not just one culture that understands and experiences Christ. He is present everywhere. He might look different, but I think people are just seeing a different part of His face. It’s still Christ. It’s all Him. This outward expression of who a people group is shows just a portion of God’s marvelous creativity. What a wonderful gift it is to have multiple perspectives of the things God has created – and of our Father Himself!


Given our discussion of the multiple views of culture, I believe that one’s attitude towards a given culture will be positively impacted by having a high view of culture because there will be an openness and willingness to learn from the people of the host culture. Having a low view of culture, however, can negatively affect one’s attitude towards a given culture and its people by allowing a preconceived notion of right vs. wrong to dictate all interactions a person has with people in the host culture. It would prevent one from being able to have genuine, trusting relationships with people of the given culture because there would not be a willingness to understand the reasons behind why people do what they do. There might be an assumption that if it is not done the same (“right”) way, it is wrong and therefore sinful. I also think that having a neutral view of culture will negatively affect one’s attitude towards a given culture and its people because that person won’t see the need to actually understand the culture of the people before building a relationship. There would be countless misunderstandings based on cultural differences that could be avoided if that person valued culture.


Having a high view of culture can affect one’s approach to missions by seeing that Jesus is the one who makes culture beautiful, unique and diverse. Understanding that He is revealed in different ways throughout the cultures of the world will help the missionary’s approach in sharing the gospel. Being culturally aware allows us to share Christ in a way that is understandable to people in our host culture. Having a low or neutral view of culture would likely lead to many difficulties in sharing the gospel with the host culture because there is no value for, or understanding of, the need to contextualize the gospel for the sake of the people in the host country.

♥ mk

update #5 - finding rest

"take rest; a field that has rested gives a bountiful crop." -- Ovid

I've been at a cross-cultural training for the past three weeks as part of my preparation for moving to Spain long-term. It’s been a time filled with learning from facilitators who lived overseas for a number of years, other students who are preparing to enter the field full-time as well, and everyone in between. Coming in to the training, I was feeling pretty exhausted from a number of months of traveling, not feeling settled anywhere, and constantly living out of a suitcase. I was looking forward to being in one place for six weeks – the longest I've stayed in one place since returning to the States last July – and (finally) getting some rest.

This training is out in the middle of nowhere, North Carolina, and there are about 30 students here, so in my mind, I thought I’d definitely be getting my share of solitude and alone time. I’d recharge here and be ready to hit the ground running and raise the rest of the support I need to return to Spain (hopefully) this Spring.

However, God had other plans in mind. I live in a dorm with 6 other women who are leaving to various parts of the world, so stories have been shared over meals, walks around (the booming metropolis of) Union Mills, in the classroom, and between fits of laughter. I've gotten less sleep and much less alone time than I’d planned or thought I might have. I haven’t read nearly as much as I’d hoped I would. I haven’t written on my blog in months. I've hardly had time to make phone calls during the week.

I haven’t, I haven’t, I haven’t.

But I have made some incredible friends.

I have been encouraged.

I have gotten rest.

I have been rejuvenated.

I have seen Christ in others.

I have fellowshipped with brothers and sisters.

Yesterday afternoon, it started to “snow” here. Now, I’m coming to learn that snow means something different depending on what part of the country (or world) you’re in. There’s maybe an inch or two of snow out there, but it’s covering a thick layer of ice. So our classes were delayed this morning. We were supposed to have a time of worship together as a class before our cross-cultural classes started, so we invited the guys to come over and join our dorm of girls for some songs and prayer. And it’s been incredible. 

Something unexpected.

Something truly beautiful.

Spontaneous outpouring of love for our Father.

I have gotten to rest here. It most certainly didn't look like what I’d expected. But, then again, when does it ever?

In Christ, I find true rest.

Only in Him.

“Satisfy us in the morning with your unfailing love, that we may sing for joy and be glad all our days.”

Psalm 90:14

♥

mk