Am I complaining?

I complain. A lot. I complain verbally and silently. I am, at the core of my being, a person who is prone to murmur and complain. I am like those dear wandering Israelites in the desert, bless their hearts.

Sometimes I just come out and say, “I hate this.” I could be talking about internal struggles with anxiety, or a time of marital stress, or having to have my Spanish corrected again.

Sometimes I just dwell on it, enjoying the taste of imagined offenses affirming my bitterness toward someone else.

Sadly, neither complaining nor stewing fits under “spiritual disciplines.”
In contrast, speaking truth to ourselves is something that every believer is called to do. Paul calls it “destroying arguments and lofty opinions raised against the knowledge of God,” and “taking every thought captive to obey Christ” (2 Cor 10:5). Truth speaking is reminding myself what I know is true during times when I don’t feel like it.

But the struggle I have is that many times I haven’t fully recognized the struggle, or the needed truth until I start to talk about it. At times I feel like I need to voice my struggle and err on the side of sounding like I am complaining in order to take my anxiety into the light. It seems like only then I can own it and remember the truth.

  • Saying “I am struggling with culture shock” has been a way for me to battle it.
  • Saying “I am really weak right now” has helped me fight the impulse of “I just need to push through.”
  • Saying, “I am struggling with bitterness” has helped me to pray for the person I punish in my mind.

But then I feel like I am complaining.

Both complaining and speaking truth to myself include recognition, and often times, vocalization, of adversity. But there is a difference.

  • Complaining sees no hope, while truth speaking looks to Christ.
  • Complaining seeks to affirm the reasons for my bad attitude. Truth speaking reminds myself for my reasons why I don’t need to complain.
  • Complaining vilifies the circumstance, person, or object. Truth speaking reveals my own sinful heart and need of Christ.
  • Complaining drives me deeper into the dungeon. Truth speaking leads me out of the cell.

But just as there is a danger of really complaining when we are trying to speak truth, there is an equal danger of accusing someone of complaining when they are speaking truth. I think that if we were to have sat and listened to some of Psalmists write their poems, we would have tried to rebuke them.

So, if you ever come across someone like me, someone who is struggling to believe the truths they know are true, will you help them?

  • Help them by seeing their struggle and affirming that it would be hard given the circumstance they are in.
  • Help them by hearing the truths that they are trying to believe, and affirming them if they are biblical.
  • Help them by praying then, and regularly, for them.
  • Help them by making it safe to be honest about their struggle.

Serving in Spain

Last week we were able to take a quick trip around Spain to see other missionaries. After we returned home we realized in five days we were able to see all the missionaries currently in Spain with BMM (minus one couple who is on furlough, plus a couple who serves in Zambia – bonus points). It was an encouraging trip for multiple reasons, but here are a few specifics:

  • Laughter is contagious – in any language.
  • Sometimes we have no idea why God chooses to move missionaries, but we can trust he knows best.
  • Success in ministry is faithfulness, not numbers.
  • The gospel is the power of God in all cultures.
  • Talking with someone who has passed through what we are currently struggling through can be a breath of fresh air.
  • Cherries are best eaten frozen.

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Cultural adaptation

Remember those golden years of Jr. High? Can you relive in your mind that glorious feeling of approaching a group of “cool kids.” The stomach in knots, the beads of sweat on the forehead, the fear of saying something stupid. Ahh the bliss.
Jr. High was a time of awkwardness, at least for me. Very few people I have spoken with have said, “Oh for the days of Jr. High!” (Read “zero people”). In Jr. High I was never safe. If my voice didn’t betray me, my words did. If my words didn’t, my clothing did. If my clothing didn’t, others did. I was a mess.
I think my Jr. High self is the closest comparison I have found to cultural adaptation. I am awkward. I have yet to learn the social norms and colloquial phrases. I look like an outsider. As soon as I open my mouth, everyone knows I am different. During nearly every interaction I run through the possible ways I could fail:

  • Will this person remember me?
  • How do I greet this person?
  • Do I shake hands or use the Spanish kiss?
  • How do I say ____?
  • Is it culturally acceptable to talk about this?
  • How long should I talk?
  • Did I say that correctly?
  • Oh no! I wasn’t paying attention to what they just said because I tuned out their Spanish. Now they are looking at me waiting for a response!
  • Did I say their name correctly?
  • Why are they touching my arm?
  • Should we really be standing in the middle of the sidewalk/isle/car lane talking and making everyone wait?
  • Oh no! They asked another question and I didn’t understand!
  • Etc.

With all this, it may sound like it is torture. Well, was Jr. High torture? Yes. Yes it was. So you would be correct in assuming that.

However, there are a couple redeeming factors.

  • My voice doesn’t crack…as much.
  • I have mastered the use of deodorant.
  • I am already married and very secure in Crystal’s love for me no matter what I wear. And I make sure to test that regularly.
  • I am a little more mature.
  • And I can smile.

I have found that smiling is a secret weapon. I can say nearly anything I want as long as I say it with a smile. People take what I say in the best possible way if I am smiling, and they know I care, or want to learn, or am genuinely lost.

And I can smile. I can smile because I am secure, not because I have the slightest notion of what I am doing, but because I am eternally loved. I have been accepted into the family of God on the merits of Christ by the work of the Spirit. So I am free to love. I am free to mess up. I am free to learn by trial and error because I am free from the shackles of people-pleasing.
So, it doesn’t matter if I goof up my verb tenses, or botch a greeting, or accidentally say a curse word that sounds really, really close to an ok word…again. I can smile, because I am loved.

To all my Jr. High fears I say, “Bring it on!” (In a slightly squeaky voice)

Help?

Can anyone offer any suggestions on how to keep Elli, Tanzen’s stuffed elephant, from talking during nap time? Tanzen tells us that Elli keeps talking to her and keeping her up, even after Tanzen shushes her.

I have little to no experience with reasoning with stuffed elephants who refuse to stop talking, so any recommendations would be helpful.

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Our first visitors

This past week we were able to host a couple new friends. We didn’t know them until they arrived, but they proved to be an encouragement.

A group came to work with our coworkers, the Templetons, and not everyone could fit in their home. So we were able to help out. This was an added incentive to make more purchases for our guest room, and get things more “visitor friendly” around the residence.

Here are some of the ways Jeremy and Svatia encouraged us over the week:

  • Taking an interest in Tanzen
  • Listening to us as we shared our joys and challenges
  • Appreciating our city
  • Pointing out things about Ponferrada that we had grown accustomed to
  • Laughing with us
  • Sharing how Christ is working on them
  • Helping around the house
  • Being grateful
  • Taking their down time to walk the city with us and take family pictures

 

They did much more with the team that came to visit, but these are just a few of the ways they personally encouraged us while staying in our home. It was a joy to have them with us, and we thank God for how they encouraged us.

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*I also need to mention that I appreciate Svatia’s ability to pick out the fruit filled with bugs so I didn’t have the scare.