hello my lovely friends, family, supporters, people i love!
i'm sitting in a random coffee shop in Kitchener, Ontario and i don't really know where to start.
i have been 'home' from the World Race for about a little over a week now and 'reality' or 'real life' or whatever you want to call life outside of the Race is no longer home.
i was only in Omaha for a week before heading on my month twelve/East Coast road trip with the one and only Becca Boo...
(us at one of our many 'rest stops' on our way from Illinois to Ontario...rest stops on long road trips were one of my many culture shocks i have encountered...they are just soo nice. and so frequent. i found myself not saying i had to go to the bathroom because i am so used to looooong rides without the possibility of a stop)
...and life on the road, life sitting in cars for hours and sleeping in other people's beds and wearing the same outfit over and over (and over) again seems more like home.
i have been faced with the horrible task of re-entering and i am not excited.
how do i process the last year of my life?
how do i reintegrate into life in Omaha without forgetting my life on the Race?
how do i pick up my relationships with the people at home without letting go of my relationships from this last year?
how do i share this experience?
how do i explain what i am feeling?
how do i reminisce without the people who were with me?
how do i move on?
how do i keep myself from forgetting?
how do i remember that it wasn't all a dream?
how do i move on?
life at home is not normal.
i have to keep reminding myself that life on the Race did not start off being normal and that i will adjust and i will move on and that this, this weird place in 'limbo land' is my next step.
thank the Lord that He is consistent. That where He is, I am at home. And that He is where ever I am.
i love you all.
thank you for your love and support over the last year.
and
guess what!
i still need it. ha. maybe more than ever.
i need prayer. prayer for patience. compassion. joy. grace.
it's hard coming home. it's hard being in another culture--especially one soo different than any of the cultures i've lived in over the year. it's hard not being with the people i spent last year with. it's hard explaining.
thank you again
samara
(also--i am trying to figure out if i should keep blogging...all opinions and suggestions would be welcome. leave a comment. let me know :)! )
not at Kawan in Malaysia—heck, not even fundraising inside the
hospital,
it was not spent in the rice fields of Thailand,
or the tree house of Cambodia.
No, no...
It wasn't even one of the twelve weeks I spent all over Africa.
Not in the orphanage of India,
or in the squalor* of Nepal.
Ha, no...it was not even spent hopping from village to village in
Ukraine.
My most uncomfortable week of the race happened month eleven. My most
uncomfortable week on the race was spent laying on the beaches of
Romania.
If there is anything I have learned from these past eleven or so
months of my life, it's that comfort has very little to do with the
physical world.
The main religion here in Romania is Orthodox, and while on the
outside it looks as if Orthodox Christians and Lovers of Jesus are
the same, on the inside they couldn't be more different. Here in
Romania, I have encountered Religion.
I have encountered Religion and it has made me uncomfortable.
This past week my time was spent in the most clean and comfortable
conditions I've had in at least eight months, spent laying on the
beach and admiring our God's creation, spent wrestling with and
standing up for the reality of Grace.
I have always been one to preach Grace. I've always been one to tell
you that Jesus loves you right now, just the way you are. I've
always been one to tell you that you're good attendance at church,
your disciplined fasting and your daily Bible reading are not going
to change the way the Lord sees you. He loves you 100% right now and
there is nothing you can do that can make Him love you more and there
is nothing you can do to make Him love you less. He just loves
you.
I've always preached Grace. Now I've been given the chance to live
Grace, to believe Grace, to walk Grace out with confidence and
assurance. I got to look Religion in the eye and say, “Grace.”
Of course I'm being vague and ambiguous, but that's okay, I'm
learning a lot. The Lord has taken me on a wild ride these past
eleven months. I haven't really figured out what most of this year
has taught me, I don't really know what I've learned or how exactly
I've grown. But something that I do know, something that has become
more real to me these past months on the World Race is that Papa
loves me. That He just loves me. That His words are true and His
Grace is real. That Christ's love for us (and there is no greater
love than to lay ones life down for a friend) has covered a multitude
of sins...past, present and future sins. I know that I am His and I
know wherever I'm going next, He's coming with Me. I know that He's
got my back and that even if I step out and fall down, that He's
right there, cheering me on. I know that He'll never put to shame
those who trust in His name. And I know that I really know nothing
at all, but that nothing is enough. I know that He loves me.
I know that He loves me. I know that He loves me. I know that He
loves me.
And that's enough.
Thank you Lord for your Grace. Thank you Lord for the Cross. Thank
you Lord for loving us.
“I do not treat the Grace of God as meaningless. For if keeping
the law could make us right with God, then there was no need for
Christ to die.” (Galatians 2:21 NLT)
I will live by the light of the glory you shine on me. I will
live by the Grace that you offer so freely.
*squalor: filth and misery, foul and repulsive, as from lack
of care or cleaniless; neglected and filthy. Wretched; miserable;
degraded; sordid...Nepal.
::{warning...this is an incredibly long, mushy blog...but I'm kind of okay with it.}::
As
I'm preparing to leave this adventure and come home to the Omahan
world I once knew, I am becoming more and more aware of some of the
'culture shock' that I am going to experience. I have become
increasingly aware of how abnormal my life has been over the past
year and that as I come back to the states I am going to be expected
to readjust and readapt to the culture and the lifestyle that once
was so common.
There
are so many things floating around in my mind about this upcoming
transition (and probably another blog,) but one of the things that I
thought would make re-entry a bit easier was if I quickly introduced
you to some of the people I have spent my past year with.
So
here they are, in no particular order, the people that I love.
Amy
Duncan. 26. Anderson, Indiana
While Amy's name is one that I've
known before (shout out to the other Amy Duncan!!) she is one like
I've never met before. Amy led the wonderful team Gozo the first
three months of the race and was on team undignified with me for the
following five. For eight months I got to spend every waking moment
with this beauty queen. I got to watch her passionate relationship
with Papa God grow deeper and more intimate and from her, I got to
learn what it means to truly be a leader. This one is a strong
bugger and has been a consistent friend through-out this race.
Kelsie
Funk. 24. Lilburn, Georgia
Well.
Ha. I don't know what to say. This one's my friend. She was my
first friend on team Gozo and my bosom buddy on undignified. Kelsie
and I went through a lot together the first eight months of the race.
From shoveling poop in a dump to bungee jumping to demon
casting-outing, this one and I have been through it all. I was given
the blessing of watching her ask questions, search out answers and to
grow into a woman almost unrecognizable from the beginning of our
race. I will miss the Funk in my life.
Sarah
Bousquet. 30. Thousand Oaks, Ca (or hoity-toity Vermont)
I also had the joy of spending the
first eight months of the race with this one, and I'm serious when I
say joy. This one can laugh...and laugh and laugh. And without her
on my team, I seriously go through withdrawals. She worked as a
first grade teacher for ten years before coming on this adventure and
has easily become one of my favorite people in the world. (Oh—and
she handled finances for me on team undignified...I tend to remember
us as the 'dream team'...either that, or Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum.
Whichever.) Sarah B, I love you.
Sarah
Olmstead. 23. Blacksburg, Virginia
I
only got the joy of living with this one for the first three months
of team Gozo, but, let me tell ya, she knows how to keep things
interesting. From her vast knowledge of animals' reproductive
systems to her unmatched self-confidence, things never got boring.
Being on different teams the remainder of the race I missed out on a
lot of the incredible things that the Lord did in her heart, but the
evidence is there. She shines. And it's beautiful.
Brian
Barrett. 23. Valdosta, Georgia
Brian
flew solo with the Gozo gals...and he loved it. We actually
convinced him to get a tattoo with stick figure drawings of each of
us girls, but then had to re-convince him that that was a horrible
idea and that his future wife would hate it. Brian's name means
strength and honor (which he got tattooed on his chest instead) and
on this race I've had the privilege of watching him walk into his
namesake. And his facebook profile says that he knows six different
languages...sooo...that's pretty impressive.
Katie
Hines. 24. Wichita (or Manhattan), Kansas
Katie
joined me with team undignified, which is humorous because she is one
of the most dignified members of this squad. As a fellow
mid-westerner and lover of the arts, Katie and I clicked immediately.
She's a french speaking NASA freak who knows everything about
anything but decided that none of that even matters. I had the joy
of walking alongside Katie as she questioned her priorities and
decided that the Lord is the only thing her identity should be found
in. She is beautiful. More and more everyday.
Erin
Thames. 24. Gordon, MA
Erin was another undignified chica
and wore the name well. Erin brought the fun and kept our team on
our toes. She was always laughing and thinking up creative things to
do as a team all while meeting doctors and seeing hospitals in
seriously every country on the race. (Erin—I will never forget the
doctor in Kenya...) Life is just not the same without Miss Erin
Thames.
Laura
Finley. 24. Crowley, Louisiana
As teams changed the third time and
I was no longer on a team with any of the girls I had spent my race
with, Laura entered my life. Laura and I were fellow team leaders
together and fell in love as we led our teams through three months of
Africa (with two Asian bookends.) She's an incredible
singer/songwriter who will be famous someday. Do you see that
face...you should remember it. As sad as I was to be away from the
girls I've spent my entire race with, Laura has quickly become one of
my favorite humans alive. (And...I'm not just saying that because
she's proof reading my blogs.)
Gina
Beukelman. 23. Topeka, Kansas
A passionate mid-westerner with a
love of simple beauty. She loves to laugh and just have fun. Gina
has taught me a lot in the short amount of time that we've been on a
team together. She's taught me to be honest and maybe without even
knowing it, has pushed me to not be such a coward all the time. She
has taught me to be responsible for myself and not to burden myself
with other people's bondage. Gina's strong and has a story of
strength. I thank the Lord for my time with Gina.
Jared
Messenger. 30. Washington D.C.
My
leader. I have loved what the Lord has done with me and leadership on
this trip. I came on the race an awesome attribute to a team and
learned what it means to be a leader...as soon as leadership became
comfortable, the Lord shifts things around, teaching me how to
follow. Jared has taught me about respect. He has taught me humility
and he has taught me to work hard while being an example of what
discipline looks like. I'm so glad that he's leading this team.
Taylor
McKellar. 21. Chattanooga, TN
Taylor
and my teams worked together the first two months of the race, so I
have been able to see him at the beginning of this adventure and now have the pleasure of ending the race with him. I've said from the
beginning that Taylor has a place in my heart that only my brother's
share. I'm not sure how he got in there, but I love him. I love
him...and he has the ability to make me mad the way that only my brother and Mitchell can do. Taylor is a natural leader who people flock to. A brand
new christian, Taylor was baptized and celebrated his one year with
Christ on the race. I've had quite a few moments of sadness when I
thought about him not living in the same city as me.
Tiffany
Berkowitz. 22. Gainesville, Georgia (or San Diego, California
My
original squad leader. I had never experienced a connection like I
had with Tiffany. The first time we talked I fell in love with her.
She has been God's gift to me on this squad. Whenever I felt like I
was alone or on the wrong squad, the Lord reminded me of the woman He
put as a leader of this squad. She knows her Daddy and she knows who
He says she is. She is young, but speaks with power and strength.
She has taught me, poured into me and challenged me. And I've never
been sad to say goodbye to her because I know that I will be spending
the rest of my life with her (in some aspect or another.)
Patrick
Baez. 25. New York, New York.
I
don't really even know what to say about this man. I love him. My
other original squad leader. He's been good...and quick at telling
to 'get over myself' whenever I'm having a pity party. Which
happens...maybe a lot. Thank you Patrick Baez...for not putting up
with my crap.
And
last but not least...
Andrew
Bennett. 26. San Diego, CA and Tricia Wegman. 25. Ohio or Costa Rica
These
two picked up the reigns when Patrick and Tiffany went home. They
began squad leading and called up the leaders that I led with. They
encouraged me, came along side of me and believed in me. They spoke
life into me and taught me what it means to be a leader. They've led
our squad through eight countries, pushing us and pouring into us.
They came on the race to be a participant and ended up leading us
all. Praise the Lord for them.
Well...
I'm
leaving out about 20 or so odd folks that have walked through 11
months in 11 different countries with. Each one has loved,
ministered, listened to and laughed with me. Each one has been
radically changed and each one has a story of how the Lord has turned
their lives upside down.
I
don't know if you can tell...but I love the Q.
(ps...i'm not in the above photo...so don't look too hard. loves!)
I've made it to the last month of this 11 month journey. It's hard
to believe. I always thought of Romania as this far away
destination...this place that I was never going to get to because
this 'trip' was never going to end.
But, believe it or not, we're here. We've made it to the end.
The end is hard, filled with mixed emotions and extremely
bitter-sweet, but it's here.
This month my team and I are working with a church plant kind of in
the middle of nowhere. The church here is full of prayer warriors
and take us out on prayer walks through the gypsy community every
afternoon and are evenings are full of evangelism.
Our mornings start bright and early and involve a very random variety
of work through-out the community. We've done everything from
cleaning out a barn (complete with a cow) to cleaning out an office
space.
My favorite, however, was helping a family make bricks out of mud in
order to add an extra room to their house.
This
may come as a surprise to some, but I have this thing
with getting gross stuff on my feet and between my toes...so getting
me to step in the mud took some coaxing, but you've gotta do what
you've gotta do. And that day, I had to dance around in the in order
to mix in the water.
It was freezing...but we ended up having a lot of fun and helping the
family make 100 bricks.
They're keeping us busy this month. Working us harder than we've
been worked in a couple months, but it's good. It's a good way to go
out.
On
the 10th,
we'll be leaving this town and going to a youth camp on the Black
Sea. We'll be spending a week there working along side the leaders
of the church and pouring into the youth. After that, who knows...
but I'm sure I'll keep you all updated.
Hello future racers! As my race is coming to an end, one of my best
friends is preparing to leave on hers.
--say hi to michelle everybody--
(www.michellelasko.theworldrace.org)
I wrote out my version of the World Race packing list for her and
thought that it could be beneficial to you all getting ready as well.
I remember stressing out about what to pack for a couple weeks and
then I got rid of more than half of what I brought.
So here are my comments, suggestions and ideas...take them or leave
them...
:)
Don't
hold on too tightly to anything...things change instantly, you have
little to no control over anything. Also, along those lines, get
your alone time right now, because come September...you're not going
to have any...for eleven months.
Make
sure your time with the Lord is your number one priority. I
understand that you will be living with 5-6 other people and they
will be around all the time and you will want to be part of the fun,
but know that they are around aallll the time and that you can hang
out with them AFTER you get your time with Papa God. He is your most
important relationship. Prioritize your life like this: 1.
relationship with Papa. 2. relationship with team. 3. whatever
ministry you're doing. You will quickly learn that the World Race is
far less about you changing the world and much more about Papa
changing YOUR world.
Be
vulnerable. This whole experience will be a lot easier if you just
open up and let people see you. They have no choice but to love you,
so there is really no risk.
The
Diva Cup. Yes, yes...it's gross and scary and big...but it's a life
saver. Get one before the race so that you can practice in the
cleanliness of your own home. That cleanliness will soon be lost, so
you should get used to that thing while you can wash your hands and
stuff. But, trust me...it's worth it.
Your
route is different than mine, and even teams on the same squad have
really different experiences...but, just a note...I sent my sleeping
bag home at the end of month one. If you get cold easily you might
still want to bring this. I sent my tent home at the end of month
five. I have, however, used my sleeping pad for two months. I
bought a ginormous mat...that sucked to lug around, but when it came
to those months where I was sleeping on the floor...everyone was
jealous.
Clothes.
Ok, this is hard. Number one...you will get sick and tired of your
clothes really fast. Bring things that you like to wear, that you
will feel like yourself in...but also know that you are going to
want to get rid of things. You will buy clothes on the race and you
are not going to want to lug around mass amounts of clothes. People
trade clothes all the time. So, bring things you like and feel
comfortable in...but also bring clothes that you don't care if you
get rid of. Bring crappy 'construction' or workout clothes as well.
But...really...don't bring that much. Think through the outfits
you're bringing...bring pieces that are versatile. One pair of
jeans, one sweatshirt, a couple knee length skirts and a knee length
dress or two. A couple t-shirts that you can wear with anything and
a cardigan. Tank tops are usually ok, but we had about three months
in a row...no four months in a row where we couldn't show our
shoulders or our knees. Keep that in mind. Bring a pair of exercise
shorts, but make sure they are 'modest'.
Also,
bring lightweight, inexpensive jewelry and accessories. They will
help you feel like yourself even if the clothes you are wearing are
not things you would ever wear. Head bands and scarves are great.
And as far as makeup goes...I don't really wear it at home, but I
brought it...and guess what, I don't wear it on the race. You will.
Once in awhile, but I would recommend not bringing all the makeup
you have at home. It's just not worth is. Mascara and concealer will
probably be plenty. You just don't need it. You stop caring what you
look like really early on.
Bring
lots of underwear. I brought 14 pairs...some have said goodbye.
These panties are going to get worn out very fast because of hand
washing and constant wear...sooo...bring plenty.
You
are going to be dirty. You can say goodbye to hygiene now. Don't
bring a years supply of anything. You can buy everything overseas. I
brought way too many toiletries and that is where a lot of my weight
was. Bring bar soap instead of liquid soap. I bought that stupid
crystal deodorant...and hated it. My teammates are recommending
bringing extra sticks of deodorant because you can't find good
deodorant any where. But, you can find everything else
overseas...don't bring full size anything...a months supply or so
will be fine. Plus! Team budget will cover your toiletry refills!
I
brought a french press. That was stupid. I brought the plate and
bowl and silverware that they told me to bring...and have yet to use
them. Though, we have used our collapsible bowls for bucket showers.
Other teams have used their bowls often, but not a plate. The spork
thing is useful for eating peanut butter out of the jar. Which you
will do. Also, if you don't drink out of a water bottle at home,
you're probably not going to start on the World Race. I brought two
water bottles and have now given them both away.
Bring
a raincoat.
Um,
as far as shoes...I don't know what to tell you. Bring tennis shoes,
a pair of sandals that can handle Africa (chacos, tevas, keens...)
and then a pair of flip flops. I would recommend bringing a pair of
'cute shoes' but that's up to you. I didn't and I regret it...but at
the same time, I would have hated lugging them around. You are going
to realize quickly that you care less about variety and more about
having a light weight pack. Plus, you will share everything with the
girls on your team.
Meds.
Bring what you need. Whatever you take regularly at home. I brought
so much more than I needed. Aside from anything that you take at
home, I would bring Ibprofen (or the like) and ...nothing else.
People on your team will have everything you need...mostly because
they won't have someone telling them not to bring this stuff. So
don't worry about diarrhea meds, or allergy meds...unless that's
something you have issues with all the time at home. Also, in
regards to malaria medicine. I almost never took mine and we were in
malaria zones the whole race. Other people on my squad have taken
their pills everyday...and they still got malaria. If you get
malaria, you go to the doctor, they give you medicine and you have a
week in hell and then are better. Also, I feel like a First Aid Kit
is unnecessary...bring bandaids and neosporin and that should
suffice. Remember someone on your team will have brought everything.
Bring
a dirty clothes bag. It helps. I wouldn't bring a clothes line. I
didn't...it didn't matter. Two girls on my team have and have never
needed it.
Don't
bring a mosquito net. Or a pocket knife or whatever it's dumb.
Target
has an all country electrical convertor...it's been incredible.
Bring
an REI extra large pack towel and bring a small pack pillow.
MOST
IMPORTANT THINGS I BROUGHT ON the RACE
My
study Bible. The Lord took me on a journey through this Bible. You
won't really be able to get 'fed' spiritually from church on the
Race. Most of the time your team will be preaching. So your Bible
will be a source of a lot of strength. My study Bible is big and
heavy, but sooo worth it. Also, I would recommend getting a Bible
Reading plan, I totally recommend mine
– http://www.Bible-Reading.com it
has been wonderful. Also, bring highlighters and pens and a journal.
All very important.
My
computer. My roommates bought me this tiny little one and it's
perfect. You will have internet access more often than you think,
but even when you don't (like I don't right now) you can write your
blogs or emails on your computer and then go to the internet and
send everything...saving time. Also, make sure that you have Itunes
on your computer and I would get Podcasts now. It'll help you get
fed. Also, this is something I didn't really do...but get an
external hard drive and put your music and movies on that. Bring
movies. (Not discs...get them on your hard drive.) Also, even if you
don't have movies, bring the hard drive anyway, other people will
have movies and you can get them from them.
My
Ipod. You don't really get alone time on the Race, so it becomes a
rule that if your headphones are in...it's your alone time. (I'm
laughing, because that is the said rule, but no one follows it.) So,
put your worship music on that and keep it charged. I lost my
charger and lots of my teammates have lost headphones...you loose
things a lot on the race, so if you have extras, bring them.
I
love my sleeping bag liner. I have used it almost every month. You
don't need a sleeping bag, but you will use that liner.
My
head lap. I lost it once...and thought my world was coming to an
end.
Card
games and the like. You will be amazed at how much 'down time' you
will have on the Race...and a lot of the time you won't be able to
go explore the country. So, bring things that you can do with your
team. Skipbo, Phase Ten, UNO and Banana Grams all seem to be crowd
favorites.
Books,
books, books. Bring your favorites...take up space to bring two or
three. They will get passed around your squad a lot, but will be soo
worth it. I would recommend bringing one that is purely
leisure...they are nice to just escape into.
I
would check the weather for the countries that you are going to
visit...closer to when you launch (because your route will change)
and that way you can see what you'll need.
I
think that's all I've got. All I know is that I brought WAY too much.
Anything that you don't have, your teammates will have. And if they
don't, you'll be able to get something like it somewhere. The World
Race is much different than a short term trip. You live and get
settled in each country.
Also,
the weight gain you may have heard of is not a lie. Girls gain weight
on the World Race, boys loose weight. Your diet will be carbs and
rice all year. Very little protein and very little vegetables.
Usually plenty of fruit. Some people take multivitamins...I have them
but don't take them. Try to get into the habit of exercising, but
it's hard. I suck at it.
The
Messengers have had quite an interesting month here in Ukraine. Of
course, our Papa, in His Sovereignty and Splendor knew what He was
doing when He sent us to Odessa, Ukraine. This city has been a big
help with getting ready to deal with the upcoming culture shock and
re-entry into civilization.
While Ukraine is still a third world nation, they are working their
way up. The people here care about things that we have forgotten
about-like stylish clothing, hair styles, showering regularly, etc.
The prices are high and we can't really get away with being the
scavenger selves we've become over the past ten months.
I realize it's still going to be quite the adjustment coming home,
however, Ukraine has served as a nice step back into civilization as
I once knew it.
We have also been around lots and lots of English speakers, a lot of
them American, making relationships easy to build. Probably easier
than in any month prior.
The interesting part about all of this, is that we were only in one
place for 6 days tops this month. Our ministry consisted of us
hanging out with people....hanging out with people all over Ukraine.
We have packed up our packs 9 times this month, each time moving to
some other part of the country and spending a couple days or so with
people I could work along side of the rest of my life.
This has been a month of 'goodbyes'. Perhaps preparing us for the
big goodbye that is on it's way.
This last week we stayed in a village about 20 hours away from
Odessa. (Trains have quickly become my favorite mode of
transportation.) We hopped off the train, 5am, and were greeted by
our final ministry contacts, Marina and Vika.
MarinaVika
Marina and Vika
These two best friends of ten years have given their lives to be a
light in their very atheist country. They raise support so they can
live their lives and minister to those around them. We meshed
quickly, we laughed, drank tea, watched movies and shared stories.
Then, at the end of a couple days, we said goodbye.
If I had to choose a word for this month it would be 'moving'...or
'goodbye'.
...or 'kitties'. As they have been everywhere. At least three
different people have offered me free kittens and there are grown up
cats up and down every street.
As you can imagine, I love Ukraine. Unfortunately, it's time to
say, 'goodbye'.