viva la france
this is a monet.
today is bastille day.
it feels like yesterday i was in france celebrating bastille day. it was 2004. i was 5 years younger. matthew and i were only friends. i was different then. better in some ways, worse in some ways. but i was different. i would be a completely different person if i didn't go on this trip. and i would live every moment of it again.
i was there with my wonderful team. brad, rachel, becky, and me. we were the best and weirdest team ever. we were gone for 6 months, our first 3 months were spent in saint louis, france. i never felt so lost in all my life. i remember getting off the plane in zurich, switzerland and feeling this incomparable rush of adrenaline. like i could go forever. as soon as we got our bags packed in the van and started to drive, i started hallucinating. the first few days are a blur of jet lag, headaches, and upset stomachs. the veteran missionaries told us the key is to not sleep, just stay up until it is bedtime. one of the many suggestions and rules and advice they rattled off to us in our first few hours of landing that we were not in a physical or emotional state to really listen to.
in the next 3 months i learned more about myself then i ever wanted to. and more about my team than i ever wanted to. everyday i was faced with my ugliness, the darkest parts of my heart. my teammates saw it too, and they loved me still. i saw theirs, and i loved them still. we were all we had. God shaped me more in that 3 months (and then again in the 3 months that followed in timisoara, romania) than He did in my entire life previously, or even since. But God doesn't change, He remains the same. always. there was something about that place, about that team, about that situation, that gave me the desire to change, the power to do it no matter how much the pain, and the will to not give up. if i had not gone on this trip, i would be a completely different person.
in fact, i think that every believer in Christ should experience cross cultural missions in some capacity. rejecting this experience is rejecting a blessing that God is offering to you, it is rejecting a chance to grow and become more of who you were meant to be.







the french people were not cruel, they did not hate us because we were american. they loved us. everyone we met wanted to cook for us, and talk to us, and be our friends. they wanted to really know us, and wanted to know about america. they were filled with passion, and love, and heart. we could learn something from the french.
the european cup was going on while we were there. the countries play each other in a huge soccer competition. every time france won, the streets would erupt in fire works, and cheers, and honking horns. one of my fondest memories is riding our bikes home in the dark after a game. french flags were waving everywhere, "viva la france" being yelled from every window. it was perfection, like a dream.


Steve told me we can go to Europe for our five year anniversary, and your blog has excited me for something two years in the future.
ReplyDeleteAlso, you can teach me to shuffle cards next time you're around. I can't do it right either. I've always wanted to learn the bridge.
I think I fixed the comment glitch on my page, I'm not sure how I messed it up. Oh and last thing: we are on the exact same blogging schedule - you finished your's a minute after I finished mine.
I, too, have a crush on Paris.
ReplyDeleteI can not believe my good fortune in marrying a man who has also fallen in love with that magical city!!!
I loved reading your post!!!
donna,
ReplyDeletematthew says he has no desire to go there. what is up with that?
Awesome opportunity that you had! And amazing photos. Hopefully I will be as lucky as you someday!
ReplyDeleteMelinda,
ReplyDeleteAll I know is, Patrick went on our trip and really could have cared less...
But....once he was there....he loved it.
donna, i will get him there someday... this much i know.
ReplyDeleteholly,
ReplyDeletei think i am retarded, i can still nto comment on your blog.
when you go to europe will you pack me in your suitcase? matthew and i want to go on a trip before we have kids, ia ms till trying to convince him europe is a better option than somewehere tropical.
teach you the bridge. check. easy as pie.