“Sometimes life takes
us places we never expected to go, and in those places God writes a story we
never thought would be ours.”
My sweet mom sent this little note in my birthday card last
month. Upon reading it I stared at
the words, realizing somehow they are the epitome of my life (apparently she thought so too!).
Today marks 10 years since I first arrived in Ukraine. A country I had to find on a map before
booking my travel adventure. Has one decade really passed? I did fly with a paper ticket (remember those?), so clearly it’s been awhile.
Lately I see anniversaries posted of friends’ weddings on Facebook celebrating
a decade or more of marriage and I find it hard to believe how quickly the time
has passed. It seems like just yesterday I was watching them walk down the
aisle and say ‘I do’ and now they are celebrating 10 years!
So today I guess I am celebrating my unlikely marriage to
this nation that has oddly become my home. Perhaps I don’t get to show my cute- 20-something self in my
wedding dress—but a cute short haired version of myself holding a stray Ukrainian kitten will have to do to
commemorate the moment.
As the quote so brilliant states, this is not the story I
would have ever thought to be my own, and yet I so clearly see God’s
fingerprint in my life and the lives He has intersected with mine while
living here.
I guess the marriage analogy fails when comparing my
relationship with Ukraine, as I don’t know that I ever really came on this
adventure saying ‘I do’ for the long hall. Those, after all were the ‘missionaries’ that scared me! I remember chatting
with one dear friend early on who had come with her husband and children on a
5-year commitment. I thought that
was amazing (or insane) at the time! Who could ever commit to any country for 5 years
before even arriving? Certainly not this girl here.
But God has a funny sense of humor with me. Like with many things in life, we can
only bite off one small bit at a time.
If we knew what was around the corner, we might start running the other
direction, and so in His wisdom, he just shows us the little bit that we can
handle. For me that’s been just one
year at a time. One year at a time
that has somehow managed to add up to 10 years.
Last year I wrote a similar reflection on 9 years living in
this land. Call me a romantic or
sentimental, but dates and anniversaries of events have always meant a lot to
me and cause me to reflect…and sometimes get a little sappy. Perhaps it has something to do with the
growth the years mark or the memories represented in the middle of the dash. Or maybe it’s simply because I have a memory
like an elephant…or so I’m told!
When I was reflecting at this time last year I never would
have dreamed in a hundred million years that one year later I’d be living in a
country that’s in the midst of war and turmoil. I never would have dreamed that our daily efforts at work
would switch from adoptive families towards refugees. To me that word always referred to people living in Africa
or the Middle East…. but refugees within Ukraine? I wouldn’t have believed it.
Sometimes I still have a hard
time believing it, even though it is our reality. My heart breaks when I think of all the death and
destruction that this nation has experienced in the last 10 months, and even more when I know it hasn't ended.
It has been a trying year for me in many ways. Like living on high alert. I can
honestly say I’m glad I didn’t see the full picture when 2014 began. Just like I am glad I didn’t see the 10
years on the horizon when 2004 began! I don’t know that I could have stomached the picture.
Through the challenges of this year I am reminded now more
then ever that in a world of so much uncertainty I am so thankful for the certainty of our God. In the midst of the war and sickness
and the broken hearts and relationships I see around me, God is still God and
He is still at work and He will never leave me or forsake me. And I don’t say these words tritely.
"Things which sound like platitudes become vital, living and powerful when you have to learn them in dark tunnels"- Elisabeth Elliot
The dark tunnels of this year have taught me that the only certainty I have is the Lord. In the midst of the chaos, it is really only in Him that I can find an inkling of peace.
“Though the fig tree does not bud and there
are no grapes on the vines, though the olive crop fails and the vines produce
no food, though there are no sheep in the pen and no cattle in the stalls, YET I will rejoice in the Lord. I
will be joyful in God my Savior.
The Sovereign Lord is my strength, he makes my feet like the feet of a
deer, he enables me to go on the heights.” Habakkuk 3:17-18
Habakkuk had eyes of faith to see beyond his circumstances,
beyond the reality of what his natural eyes were seeing. That's the kind of joy that doesn't make any sense to the world. Habakkuk recognized that joy and strength
were found in the Lord not in his surroundings or circumstances. This is currently the sermon I need to hear most often, so I'm
preaching to myself and pressing repeat.
I don't know what the next year holds or the next decade
for that matter, but I’m so glad I don’t have to know. It helps me exercise my trust muscles a bit more. And Lord knows they need some strengthening.
So here is to celebrating 10 years, and trusting God with the next part of the story. For my beloved Ukraine, and in my own life as well.
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