Glimpse at Sonrise

A little glimpse to tease your eyes...

In June I will have officially been here for two years. My heart is to return to San Diego for the summertime and spend three months there. Spending quality time with friends and family, all the while sharing the wonders God has worked.
To date, I have yet to purchase my ticket home because I lack the funds [being a missionary doesn't pay much, but it's worth it] So, if you feel led to join in either the work I am doing here or donate towards a sabbatical home, visit <https://www.mogiv.com/rockmissions/sierrametzel/> whether it be ten dollars or ten thousand, God uses and multiplies it for His Kingdom!

Nothing Without Him ...Everything to Him

I don't know how to give an answer to questions about "my life as a missionary," but I realized recently this is because it[my missionary life] is the norm for me. Some days I get to "serve"in ways that are more frequently accepted to be the "purpose" of a missionary, but these are not the days when I see God the most. Living in community, going through ups and downs, frequent prayer and worship, coffee, connections, crying, laughing, dancing, grocery shopping, and simply being with people and joining in life together is what pushes me forward. Are we not, as Christians, called to partake the body of Christ together with the Body of Christ?
As Christmas is fast approaching, my mind has been thinking on the time passed. Just over a year ago, as a team we started attending Viața Nouă , a small church that functions in a coffee shop. All I remember puts a smile on my face, much has changed but still holds a similar shadow from 2012. I recall how joyous and full I felt after simply taking an order from a table in Romanian or remembering someone's name. This year, I look around and know so much more. People's faces beam bright with memories from the foundations of relationships, times spent praying, and sometimes silly inside jokes.
Perhaps I am not alone in this, but I'm what I like to call an "energy snatcher" when I am around people, I gain energy and can go for hours [if I go too long, I start getting a tad bit cooky]. In short, I love being with people, no matter what is going on, I love it! Sometimes I think God is the same way, He loves people, being close with humanity lifts His heart and seeing His children purposely avoid Him is crushing. Everything He thinks towards us is good and His thoughts outnumber the sand! How deep and how pure His love is for each and every one of us. But not everything has to be a huge "spiritual experience" in order to be with Him. He wants to just be, and not make a big deal out of it. He is I Am, He just is. Nothing crazy, just simplicity. The big deal for Him is time with us. As holidays approach, our To-Do List grows and I stress the importance of inviting Him in it. Not your daily scripture reading or meal prayer, but more than that. Allow Him into everything, He knows your heart, He knows your joy and your pain. My eyes see a glow as I look to the familiar people around, knowing that through time and friendship, Christ has been present. Time with Christ and people will add that same light or sparkle to your vision as well.

I see Him everywhere; He sees me through everything.

Extravagant Simplicity

Perhaps it is just me who complicates everything my eyes see; but I have a feeling it is related to the pre-programed human condition. When I hear about a problem, or watch somebody do a task, an idea comes to mind on how to improve the situation logically; so every action is therefore backed by thought-out support and theoretical reason. Needless to say, I have the bad habit of trying to think through ife instead of seeking out what God is doing. [Although, when I do hear from Him, I know what to expect, and don't question further.] But the rest of time, I try my best to "fix" the world or figure it out, all by myself.

The last month has brought a multitude of change for our team here in Oradea. God pulled us away from the ministry we were doing in Sabolciu and placed us into a period of waiting. Being the problem solver I am, of corse I tried to figure out the reasons why and what I could be doing in the meantime [because I can't just be still]. The Thursday morning God told us to step away, I'll never forget. I remember sitting on an old, half-wooden couch, placed on the west side of the room. I had a comfy peach sweater on and a blue pen in my hand. Next thing I knew, I was crying and rapidly writing down all my emotions and thoughts towards one girl in the village. Quietly praying Larisa could understand my first letter written in Romanian, God brought to mind a flash flood of memories. Just brief glimpses, all just a few people, sitting close, talking, sharing life, and loving God. I realized that those pictures, those times, those moments were everything that matters in ministry. God doesn't stop moving in people's lives because certain programs aren't present. Or even certain people. God moves, and He does so in very intimate and personal ways. So what if I don't have an easy answer to what I do as a missionary here; over the past month, I have begun to witness the deepening of relationship all around. As I make drinks in the coffee shop, God is present and answers prayer. The other day, I was walking out the door to visit the bank across the street, and ended up in a friend's car and spending the day together. Never before have we spent so much time with the people at our church. People have been inviting us over for dinner and fellowship and we have the time to say yes. To say that we aren't too busy for them. And little by little, as we share in life and encourage each other, God knits our souls together and draws everyone closer and closer to Him. Too often my mind is occupied with everything I want to do or plans I have for serving, yet even in that, God distracts me away from how big and complicated I desire everything to be and brings me back to relationship. If we begin to realize how important relationship is to Him, life becomes simple. We begin to see His work naturally appear around us. I know I can safely surround myself in His extravagant simplicity because of how well He guides.

Naturally Replinished

 
Have you not known? 
Have you not heard? 
The everlasting God, the Lord, 
The Creator of the ends of the earth,
Neither faints nor grows weary. 
His understanding is unsearchable. 
He gives power to the weak, 
And to those who have no might He increases strength. 
-Isaiah 40:28&9-

Just as snow melts to increase the strength of the rivers that provide life to the trees, the Lord increases the strength of His followers when the weary world around them needs watering. I recently found myself in a rut as the new year has started. The young girls I have been meeting with in the village stopped wanting to get together. So I used that time to deepen relationships with other families in Săbolciu that I hadn't gotten to know as well. But as time continued without them meeting, my mind kept brainstorming on why this was happening and my heart seemed to grow in compassion and desire to draw them once again together and to God. Since coming here last June, I haven't played my banjo nearly as much as I should have. A few weeks ago I was taking a walk to pay the team bills. On my way into town, it came to me that perhaps I could bring something to act as a healthy incentive. As a team, our heart has been to bring the gospel without giving away unnecessary and non-lasting items [i.e. food packages, or clothes, basically anything they have become accustomed to getting from past missionaries]. I agree that the idea of "bribing" people to Christ is not the path that the Holy Spirit uses in hearts. So I was praying, asking God what exactly could be an incentive for them to begin coming again. Then I got the answer that I didn't want to hear, banjo. I had toted this instrument all the way across the globe just to hang it up on my wall; the most useful it had been was while traveling; I stuffed the case full of books I couldn't part with. Even though it had been months since I practiced, that Tuesday I strapped it on my back in faith that God was doing something. Yes, of course I was afraid, a little about the kids being crazy and some more about playing in front of any type of audience.

This is Emma, Janina, and Larisa together today

Once at the village, the few kids outside came running up to me, showing off their best air guitar skills. After I tried to inform them that the instrument what not in fact a chitară, but a banjo they looked at me strange and for the most part walked away disinterested. Not a problem, I came here for an older audience. So I went into Larisa's house and sat down to talk with her and her family for a bout 45 minutes. Then her dad [or maybe uncle, older brother, you never know?] asked about my chitară. Next thing I know, the banjo is sitting on my lap and I manage to pick out How Great Thou Art and half sing/ half forget the Romanian words. They were silent. My heart was immediately on it's knees praying that I hadn't offended anyone and end up kicked out of the village for blaspheme or something. Then they each smiled. Crazy to me, Romanians don't seem to smile about much, let alone gypsies. They liked it. Not long after, I went to another house and all together we sat singing to God and praying. Since then I have taken the banjo almost weekly. This last time, seven adults and four kids crammed on the two sofa/beds and everybody got their chance to lead a song [basically hold the banjo while they sing]. In this circumstance, gypsies seem to not have a fear of looking silly or not being perfect; everyone sings very loud, no matter the pitch or if the melody is correct. But it doesn't matter. God loves it still. He takes joy in every little bit that we hand over to Him. Every part of our lives is vastly important to Him and precious. Granted, not everything is perfect every time I go to worship, in fact, it never is. Just when I was feeling overwhelmed with all the kids grabbing at me, or my banjo, or its case, I looked up to see tears in the eyes of my friend Simona. Even in all the chaos, God still worked, He spoke directly to her heart, exactly what she needed to hear. The courage and gumption of the girls in Săbolciu to sing with all their might, or play an instrument they have never heard of before has taught me to not care as well. Playing the banjo brings me joy, and it definitely needs improvement, but I am going to have fun. Knowing that all joy flows directly from God, I can honestly say that He is glorified when my heart exceeds with gladness. As a result of learning this, I also played alongside Amy one night for worship, and have been playing at every opportunity since then. Praise to Him for renewing me with His strength every time I ask for more.

Săbolciu: The Happenings

Oh, the Winds of God are blowing                       

                                 So keep your sails unfurled

And the Winds of God will take you                 

                   To safe harbors of the World.

Forever they’re in motion            

          To take you where they will

Forever full of power          

  If there are sails to fill.

So take the helm, be master    

                  Unfurling sails your part

And the Winds of God will take you       

                                 To safe harbors of your heart.

~Nellie Lincoln, 1901~

As you might have imagined, I have now settled in Oradea. Don't think for a minute that because it has literally been half a year since I last posted anything that God hasn't been moving. So much has happened, I must have 15 or more unfinished writings, but finishing them would prove frivolous now because much more has developed in every situation. Even still, I will try to catch you up.

Fall in Săbolciu

Summer here was much hotter than I anticipated. So hot and sticky, nothing I was used to in San Diego. Then huge thunderstorms thought they should join in the summer fun. One minute would be deeply hot and sunny, then the air would swirl around you as lightning lit the sky and water drops began to dance on your exposed skin. Not soon after, summer began to fade into fall, with a clearer skies and crisp winds. The leaves here were gorgeous, so many colors ruling the sky then wafting in the winds of change down to carpet everywhere your foot trod.            
    Then came winter, with a fresh, yet short kiss of snow. Before coming here I had heard that last winter, in 2011, was the worst winter in Oradea for 40 years. Given that, I expected  to be frozen and dead by Christmas, but perhaps God was just watching over this SoCal girl.  

Lidia and I in the village; first snowfall

Ministry in Săbolciu has resembled the changing seasons and the specific weather they has each brought in turn. Summer was a happy and oblivious time for me. I was going to the village and playing with the kids, doing whatever I could to shine love, yet blissfully unaware to the darkness that reigns there. I look back remembering all the ideas that were misguided due to my lack of experience here. Now, I can see more, and God is constantly uncovering the veil of the village and revealing the hearts of people there. Some days many people will gather together for church, and some days only one lady and a bunch of kids will be there. One can never know what exactly to expect before stepping foot inside and witnessing what god has planned for the day. Of the adults, mainly women come and participate on Sundays and during the week for Bible Study. I have taught myself a few Romanian worship songs, now I weekly gather a group of teenage girls together to teach them about worship and God. Also, my team has been holding a young mens' group to help inspire them towards Christ before the bad lifestyles have taken root. Some of my team still bring friends as translators throughout the week. But for the most part, we can communicate. I may not be able to say everything I can in English about God, but I know that my românește skills are growing. God still works and communicates through love, relationship, and heart, not being held back by communication differences. 
Thank you for all your prayer and support! Next update will be about life here in Oradea, please comment any questions you may have, or something you want me to write about so that I have more ideas. Te iubesc!

Being about His Love

and He said to them, 'Why did you seek me? Did you knot know that I must be about my Father's business?" Luke 2:49

Other loves are like a summer flower

They blossom for awhile, then they are not there

But His love lingers as the ages roll on

His love continues long after the others are gone

Upon arriving in Oradea, there was so much to see and do. Lots to figure out and get situated. As a team we explored the city together. Even just simple explorations brought us closer in relationship with people, allowing us to shine love and light wherever we go... 

                        This is the view of our backyard from my window. God blessed us with such a beautiful place to stay! And our neighbors are great too, although we can hardly talk, we still attempt to have conversations. 

I already have spotted out a few coffee and tea shops that I like the best. Number one is Kakoon. Namely because of the owner, Adrina, she is so open. Her heart is prepared soil. Whenever we go into that part of town, we stop by her shop and give her a call. She comes almost every time to chat. I know God has a beautiful plan for His redemption to be experienced.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   Here is our first day doing yard work! This is us plowing ground.  Every friday we attend to our yard. Today we dug up a huge square to start our garden! Yum veggies!

This is my romanian VW!!                                                        Isn't the paint the coolest?! It's actually ours, but anyways, we bought this car from Norbi and Mihaela. A very sweet couple who we get to see quite often. Mihae is our language teacher; we just started this week. I feel like I've learned so much already. Also, buying their car gave them the money to fix their roof. It's amazing how perfectly God plans things out!             

                                                                                                                                                                      The Opel, our second ministry car. We bought it from Dani, a guy Impact worked with last year, who recently moved State-side.  Thankfully we were able to purchase cars from friends, saving us and them a lot of hassle.      

                                                                                                   Prayer walks have become habitual, even if that just means in the fields surrounding our house. God has definitely been putting me in awe of the landscape and nature in a whole new way.  I also love walking around the city, seeking to Holy Spirit to lead our prayers for the people and places we are around. 

                                              

And then there is Sabolciu [pronounced sub-olch]

Sabolchiu is the name of the gypsy village we    spend most of our time at. The children are cute and crazy, usually at the same time. The parents can be very aggressive towards them, raising them in confusion and bad habits. You can't blame them, that's how they were taught. Even in the midst of all the darkness that lingers here, I know God is faithful. His power is mightier than the grip that Satan has on the hearts here. Nothing is hopeless, and I get conformation as I look in their eyes, behind all the pain and suffering, there is a master plan. A plan that God is working in them now, and has been working for generations. Our team is still in prayer on our roles here and how we can have the most impact. We go on Sundays and run a small church service for the village. We will be starting up a children's program for during the service s well. Pray that God grants us wisdom and patience as we begin and throughout the process.  Also please pray our Romanian lessons have divine help, and we take to the language supernaturally so we can further relationships. "To console those who mourn in Zion, to give them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they may be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the Lord, that He may be glorified." Isaiah 61:3

 

Upon the Winds

The clouds are always in motion,  not of their own will or in their own power, an unseen force guides them. God isn't visible to our eyes, but shown present by His movement. Just like the wind, one can see the effect it has on everything. I wish to be like the clouds and let God lead wherever I go so I can provide shade and rain to the seeds waiting to be watered. 

Well, I've officially been blown to Oradea safely, since not timely. Our flight leaving LAX was behind schedule, so we missed our connection in Istanbul. Turned out be be a blessing, the airline paid for  each of us to stay at a hotel, its was beautiful and had delicious food. Although I couldn't figure out how to open my door, a passer-by stopped to end my struggles. I was so happy to get inside and take off my backpack. [if you could still call it that; it was really two backpacks, latched together, both stuffed full of everything I couldn't fit in my suitcases] I felt like a 18 wheeler truck. Then sleep, which was wonderful. I truly believe in divine naps and the power they give. When I woke up, it was still dark out, but there was no clock anywhere in the room, so I didn't know what time it was. Our tram back to the airport wasn't till six, I figured it was alright, but I called the front desk anyways to see [looking back now, I wonder why I didn't dig out my watch?]. The airport security was fairly simple, but they were concerned about how to handle my backpack. Since I couldn't understand them, I settled on answering their confused looks by laughing, which seemed to deepen their confusion. [Oh, side note, don't buy an international calling card from the states and try to use it in another country, it wont work. You have to buy a card there, something with the phones I guess] The flight to Budapest was only an hour and a half, but they still managed to serve a meal and make two rounds of coffee. It took some time to finagle all of our bags onto carts at baggage claim, but we managed. The drive down from there was about three hours. Border patrol I think forgot about us; we stopped, they took our passports and motioned to pull off to the side. After watching cars stop and fly by moments later for thirty minutes, we had to ask about them.

Oradea is maybe twenty minutes from the border, if that. The country side is much different than I pictured. Perhaps I just had mountains engrained in my mind when Eastern Europe is mentioned. But it is very flat; very green and very flat. I hear that 40km away are mountains, but maybe my eyes can't see that far, or I am not staring in the correct direction. The house we are staying at is very unique, maybe not around here, but compared to everything we are used to. The kitchen looks like a craftsman toolbox and I feel like there are secret Target cameras hidden everywhere. The tile work in the house is very intricate and gaudy, but still manages elegance an beauty at the same time. The upstairs has four rooms, all different colors. Mine is yellow. We are settling in right now, figuring out how to live. Who makes the food, when can we do laundry, how to get places, can we get bikes, what food vendors make you sick, etc. Along those lines... we have a car. A red Opal, its like a station wagon without the seats in the back, but that doesn't stop us from sitting there anyways. As always, God had His hand in all of it. I can't wait to see more of the people, they fascinate me so much. I have got to start learning Romanian.  Soon we will go to a near by gypsy village, even though it is my first time and they don't know me, I'm probably just as excited as the people who fell in love with Romania through the faces awaiting us.