My Counselors

 

Traffic here is CRAZY! I can’t really say its “bad,” just different from the United States. In Indonesia there are very few rules when it comes to driving: 1) drive on the correct side of the road  2) don’t hit anyone. The lanes painted on the road mean nothing. The road signs mean nothing. The horn on your motor bike or car...now that means something. People honk, not out of anger, but to make others aware of their presence or position on the road. There is so much honking, that I am serenaded to sleep nightly by the traffic 30+ stories below.

This morning I read portion of Psalm 119 and was both humbled and challenged. Psalm 119 is a passage entirely devoted to discussing the word of God. There are 22 stanzas, one for each letter of the Hebrew alphabet, and 8 verses in each stanza. Out of the 176 verses, only two do not refer in some way to God's word (biblestudytools.com). As I was reading, this verse stuck out to me: “Your statutes are my delight; they are my counselors.” It made me question, what are my counselors? What is guiding me? 

I’ll just be honest. It’s my feelings. These could be feelings of hope, disappointment, inadequacy, pride, confidence, fear, self-pity, happiness, contentment . . . .So often my feelings lead my thoughts and then my actions. My feelings end up dictating how I view life and how I view myself. Often I will find myself in a state of anxiousness or uneasiness because my feelings change within the day, sometimes within the hour. With my feelings guiding me, I frequently end up somewhere I didn't want to go. 

My feelings should not be my counselors, God's statutes (Bible) should be guiding my thoughts and my actions. Unlike my feelings, God's word does not change. It will not lead me astray.

"All your words are true; all your righteous laws are eternal." Psalm 119:160

Just like the road signs here in Indonesia, God's statutes are present. They exist for a purpose to protect and guide my life. Too often, I ignore them. Not always intentionally, but I look to my own thoughts first. I choose to believe that what I am feeling is true. When I do, I miss out on the peace and delight received from basing my life in something unchangeable and true. What will I allow to counsel me? What will I look to for guidance?

"Your statues are my delight; they are my counselors." Psalm 119:24

Back to School

5:00 am is early. I have yet to decide if coffee will be a part of my morning routine. For one, I have no coffee pot or french press. Two, I have yet to find a decent creamer, which is a MUST considering I like coffee with my creamer. Three, even my apartment is hot in the morning and coffee should warm you up, not cause you to sweat. Perhaps I will finally meet my goal of liking green tea...

Up at 5:00 am and out the door by 6:00 am -- that was my routine this last week. There are many options for how I could go to school. I could walk, bike, or take an ojek (motorcycle taxi). If I decide to walk, it takes me about 20 minutes. The walk is beautiful, especially if the sky is fairly clear and you can see the sunrise. The downside to walking is that one arrives to school a bit sticky.

My first few days of school were interesting with many surprises: students calling me by my first name (its going to take some adjusting to), students still working after the bell rang, and students thanking me after class. Despite the many differences of teaching here in Indonesia, there is still some things that remain the same: students ranging from jocks to nerds, boy students crushing on me, girl students asking how I do my hair, and many students full of insecurities. I'm praying this week is the beginning of a year full of God's work in the lives of all those students who sit in my desks.

Here is what a typical day looks like for me:

Entrance to the school with security guards

Junior School

Senior School

Basketball courts I supervise at lunch

Outdoor hallways

Cool stairs!

The hallway my classroom is located in 

My classroom

Miss Karissa

Tomorrow is the beginning of my third year of teaching. In addition, it is my third 'first year' of teaching. Three years, three schools, three different levels. So far in my teaching career I have found the first days of school to be stressful and overwhelming, however this year seems particularly more challenging that the rest.

It's different. Everything. Student names, curriculum, student demographics, school size, level of math, transportation to school, the lunch food...everything. I don't even have the same name. I will be addressed by my first name, Miss Karissa. It's beyond stressful, beyond overwhelming. When people ask how I'm doing I find myself speechless. Literally my brain is going so fast that nothing comes out of my mouth. How do I begin to describe what's going on inside of me?

Never ever in my life have I felt so utterly incapable for a task. I feel inadequate. Who am I to teach calculus to students at one of the top private schools in Indonesia? I haven't taught calculus before, I was lucky to have made it through the course in college. I open my textbook and my heartbeat races. My brain hurts after looking at the tests. On top of this I'm still trying to wrap my head around the grading and assessment system. I feel lost, scared, and helpless.

This is how I feel, but here is what I know.

". . . for Christ's sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong." 2 Corinthians 12:10

"Be strong and courageous. Do not be terrified; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go." Joshua 1:9

"For I am the Lord your God who takes hold of your right hand and says to you, do not fear, I will help you." Isaiah 41:13

"'God opposes the proud, but gives grace to the humble.' Humble yourselves, therefore, under God's mighty hand, that he may lift you up in due time. Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you." 2 Peter 1:5-7

God is at work in SPH International and has allowed me to be a part of that work. I must trust that He will see me through the school year. I come before Him asking (more like begging) for the whatever it is that I need as a teacher to represent Him best. Would you join with me? Would you ask that for the sake of God's kingdom and work at SPH International I would . . .

   - Have the knowledge and understanding to teach my math classes (especially calculus)
   - Manage my time well to effectively meet requirements
   - Be faithful in prayer for my students
   - Have the courage to build relationships with students as the Holy Spirit leads
   - Work with all my heart for the Lord (Colossians 3:23)

As James says, "the prayer of a righteous person has great power as it is working." Please remember me in your prayers as I start school this week.

Rain

It's holiday here. Yes, isn't that a fantastic word, "holiday"? I think I shall forever discard the use of "break" or "vacation"! Unlike many expatriates on holiday, I spent the day settling into my apartment. Of course this means I was still scrubbing, but this time with no accidents. I was in the kitchen cleaning my cabinets when I heard the all familiar patter of rain.

It's the dry season here, so it doesn't rain much and when it does rain, it doesn't last for long. Today I stood mesmerized for that short period of time at the window watching. Just watching the rain drip down the window and off the ledge outside. The rain brought with it a transformation. A sky white from a haze of smog cleared to reveal a city stretched across the horizon. This simple transformation seemed to demonstrate an idea addressed yesterday at church and in my devotions this morning.

"Guard your steps when you go to the house of God. Go near to listen rather than to offer the sacrifice of fools, who do not know that they do wrong." Ecclesiastes 5:1

How do I come before God? What is the condition of my heart and mind? What are my actions when I come? In the Old Testament the Lord required that a perfect lamb without blemish be brought for sacrifice (Deuteronomy 17:1). When I come before the Lord, should I not bring Him the BEST sacrifice I have to offer? Of course I am not bringing a lamb, as Jesus Christ has paid my debt, but I am bringing my heart and my mind. Psalm 51:17 says, "the sacrifices of God are a broken spirit; a broken and contrite heart, O God you will not despise." Is my heart broken and contrite? Or do I come before God with unconfessed sin?

If I'm honest, there are a lot of times I come before God in a rush. Life has caused me to be frazzled or distracted so when I pray confession seems to get tossed out, along with praise, in order that my "requests" make it in. Why is that? It seems as if somehow I have forgotten who God is and who I am. "If [I] claim to be without sin, [I] deceive [myself] and the truth is not in [me]" (1 John 1:8). He is a holy God and has called me to obedience. Do I think that He can't see my unconfessed sin or doesn't care about it? Might I believe unconfessed sin won't effect my relationship with Him?

Unconfessed sin is like the smoggy horizon before the rain. I can't see clearly. My relationship with the Lord just isn't the same. Confessing my sin brings a transformation, like the rain. When I have humbled myself and been honest with God I experience His grace in a much fuller way making my joy complete.

I want to guard my steps when I come to God. Perhaps think a little bit more about just who I am coming before and what He requires. I want to come broken, contrite, humble. Ready to listen, not to talk. I don't want to be enveloped in smog, I want the rain, the rain that will let me see and know Him.

"If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness." 1 John 1:9 

 

Scrubbing...A Little Too Hard

My bathroom is tile. Not just the floor, the walls too. In theory, I would love this, but the tile is well...gross? Therefore, after acquiring some much needed supplies I set to work scrubbing.



Things were going well until I was scrubbing the tile near the toilet. Before I go on, I must tell you toilets are considered a "western" amenity in Indonesia. Indonesians use what is sometimes referred to as a "squatty."Rather than using toilet paper, they use water and their left hand to clean themselves. Due to this, the left hand is considered dirty and never used to pass anything to someone else. Many bathrooms have a sprayer next to the toilet to assist in the cleaning process. Having not read extensively on the Indonesia toilets prior to coming, I walked into my apartment bathroom and wondered what in the world a kitchen sprayer was doing in the bathroom! Haha :)

So there I was putting some good elbow grease into my tile wall when I happen to hit the top of the sprayer pipe.

Water.

Water!

Water!!

The pipe busted right off the wall! Water was jetting out of the wall, out of the bathroom, and hitting the hallway wall. Quickly, I grabbed the broken part and tried to jam it against the wall to stop the stream. Thankfully, I was with a friend who ran to call for help. So here I was in a foreign country, jammed against the wall attempting to keep a jet stream of water from flooding my apartment!! After the intial shock, I found the situation somewhat entertaining at least until I thought some more. My apartment is quite a ways up in a high rise building. If it flooded, not only would I lose my stuff, but perhaps damage several other apartments and businesses in the building.  I started praying.

Where I spent at least 20 minutes of my life... like my yellow toilet seat? A replacement = $53 *sigh*

It didn't take long for the water to cover the floor. Thankfully, the bathroom floor sits about one inch lower than the rest of my apartment floor. When my friend got back from making the phone call she started scooping buckets of water into the shower. With me jamming against the wall and her scooping buckets of water, it seemed as if we could keep the water contained to the bathroom. However, I wasn't sure how long we would have to continue. Finally, after what seemed like hours, but probably only 20 minutes, the water got shut off.

The water trickling after it was finally shut off.

There were so many things to thank God for in this situation: my apartment not being damaged except for the pipe that busted off the wall, a repair man coming a few hours later so I could have running water again, and a friend who scooped bucket after bucket of water. SO many things. No matter how often I have to scrub the tile I am now thankful it goes from floor to ceiling. No matter how many times I trip over that one inch lip stepping out of the bathroom I am now thankful its there. No matter how many times I recall this story I will always laugh! God is good :)

Cleaning accident turned swimming!

All fixed with a new sprayer.

Singapore

It's hard to believe that I am half way across the world. My journey to Indonesia included a stop in Singapore to get my visa. Singapore is a very westernized place. English is one of the four official languages and used for all business and government functions therefore making it easy to get around. During my stay in Singapore I went with a couple other teachers down to the Marina Bay area. There we saw a great view of the city and world's tallest ferris wheel, the Singapore Flyer. We also walked around the Marina Bay Sands which was a hotel, museum, casino, restaurant, and shoppes all in one. I've never been to a mall that carried Coach, Gucci, Prada, and Loui Vuitton before. According to wikipedia, "Singapore has the world's highest percentage of millionaires, with one out of every six households having at least one million US dollars in disposable wealth." The architect work in Singapore was quite amazing!

Singapore Flyer

Marina Bay Sands

City Scape

Amazing buildings! 

Inside of the mall, love the architecture!

Indonesia

       

Photos courtesy of my dad

Don't worry I took a bigger suitcase

Just a little bit excited!

I'm moving to Indonesia . . . tomorrow. I have signed a two year agreement to teach math at a private Christian secondary school. Never, ever, would I have guessed this would be me. At sixteen, I was the girl who didn't want to drive and who's family joked about her having phone phobia. I was the girl who wished Neverland was real and always ordered chicken strips despite the restaurant. I hated change, loved home, and called my parents every night my first year of college.

Its been awhile since I was sixteen, but even 9 months ago I would have never seen myself picking up and moving to the other side of the world. Living overseas was not in my life plans, however, it is God's plan that prevails.

"In his heart a man plans his course, but the Lord determines his steps." Proverbs 16:9

This last fall I began asking the Lord what specific purpose He might have for this season of my life. Working as an adjunct at Corban University, I walked past a bulletin board filled with teaching opportunities, some of which were overseas. One night I stopped and just decided to pick up some flyers. Next thing I know, my best friend emails me from Indonesia saying her school has an opening. The same week another friend invited me to a Mission Connexion event. I found myself thinking this couldn't all be coincidence. The thought of living overseas had alway brought forth fear. How could I leave my family? How could I leave the comfortable and step into an unknown? Yet, I just couldn't shake the thought that possibly God was answering my prayers regarding a specific purpose.

Looking back, I see so clearly how God has prepared me for this adventure. He took a heart functioning in fear and filled it with peace. At times I have said, "Lord, my life is yours, I don't want to hold anything back." Yet, I've always wondered if I really could follow through with that prayer. Indonesia is an opportunity to give action to my words.

My job in Indonesia is not support based. I do not feel that somehow teaching in Indonesia is a "greater calling" than teaching here in the United States. Rather, I feel it is an adventure that the Lord is allowing me to take. An adventure on which I hope to grow professionally, personally, and spiritually. Whether in Indonesia or in the United States my purpose is the same. To live a life devoted to worshiping, serving, and getting to know God that I might bring Him the glory He deserves.

This is not how I imagined me life, but it is SO good. I am excited to see what the Lord has to teach me in Indonesia. While I am tempted to be anxious about many things I keep remembering the verse I read the night I decided to go:

"Where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your presence? If I go up to the heavens, you are there; if I make my bed in the depths, you are there. If I rise on the wings of the dawn if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fast." Psalm 139:7-10

No matter how far I go from home, God will be with me. He deserves all my heart, soul, mind, and strength. My life is not my own.