Skip to main content

Grieve or Enjoy?


March was a wild and long month for this little, hard working mother.  It was my second full month of my new job and included numerous trips to town at the crack of dawn to figure out how to get a Brazilian work card.  The school where I am teaching in the big city requires it and getting it turned out to be a not so easy task.  I made a total of five trips into town to take care of the "simple" task.

Adding to all my stress was an unforeseen medical procedure at the end of February which wore down my defenses on all levels - setting me up for the long, wild month of March.  Multiply all that about a million times with the upcoming departure of our oldest for the States.  Tired + Stressed + Pre-Grieving = U.M.M.  {Unhappy Missionary Mama}  But somehow with lots of TLC from my family, I made it through the seemingly long month - to be rewarded with a happy pre-departure memory moment with my boy.

One of my little joys on this spot of the globe in which I find myself - is riding the ferry between the two cities of our nearby metropolis of Petro/Juazeiro.  The cities of Petrolina and Juazeiro are on oppositie banks of the mighty Sao Francisco River.  There is a big bridge between the two and ferries that carry people during the day.  When I have the time to shop in both downtowns, it's the way to go!

This day was the one on which I finally received in hand my Brazilian work card.  I had a fresh, new document in my hand, a little bit of mulaah and a friend to walk the long streets by my side - William.  We had a great time looking for some things he wanted to take back to America and - we rode the ferry!

It was just another day, a long one at that.  But it was the kind of day to remember in months to come as we grieve for the daily companionship of our boy going off to school and life.  It's a part of missionary life - always telling people "good-bye."  We can spend a lot of time analyzing it all - the whys and hows.  OR, we can enjoy the little memory moments, take some silly self portraits on ferries and ENJOY.

Don't get me wrong.  I'm going to be grieving in about a month.  But I'm working hard to leave my sad times for later and enjoy the moments together while my boy is still close by!

If you would like to read more about grief, good-byes and missionary stresses, check out this good summary @ Velvet Ashes

Pre or Post Griever?



Lamentations 3:32
Though he brings grief, he will show compassion, so great is his unfailing love.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

What's Next?

That seems to be the question every one asks us these days since we've arrived back in Sobradinho.  What's next?  What are you going to do now?  Where are you going?  A few people ask about how the boys are or things about my grandbabies or parents.  But not too many.  This week three people asked when I could start teaching English to their children again!



So what is next for The Athas in Brazil?  If you were able to attend one of our furlough meetings, hopefully you have some sort of idea.  If not, I'll try to give a brief answer to the big question.

Remember that trip we took all over interior Bahia back in the fall of 2017?  We visited over 200 communities over the course of about two weeks all within a few hours of where we live.  You can back to my post about it and review some of the details here...

Bahia Road Trip

Byron and I plan to begin evangelizing some of the nearest and neediest communities that we visited on our trip.  We came back with evangelism materials.  By…

Pressing On - Marriage on the Mission Field

That's us on our first furlough in 1998.  Byron was 33 and I was 32.  No gray hairs, no flab, two cute little MK's.  We'd been married for about 10 years and on the mission field for 4.  We stayed in Winston-Salem that year at one of the mission houses of Pleasant View Baptist Church.  We stayed for a whole year.  Byron worked some for a friend with a automotive repair shop that year and I stayed at home with William who was almost 4 and baby Dalton who turned two while we were there. We traveled together to visit all of our churches that year and made several big trips to Georgia and Maryland to visit with family.

Our first term of service on the mission field had been rough.   Language school, learning the ropes, figuring out how to deal with colleagues, two new babies, low finances.  Somehow we had made it through together.  We were okay and things were alright.  Now we were first term survivors on our way back.

Byron and I had met in Bible college.  We had some classes t…

Our Graduate

This Friday evening the youngest of our clan will finish up high school and move on to the next stage of his life - summer!  Oh, and then college and what not.

It's been an incredible eighteen years...


Greyson was always a cutie-pie with his blonde hair and blue eyes in a country where that was a rarity.  Word is that when he was around five or six years old on the island camp people would ask to take photos with him and that he would oblige for a small fee.  Cute and knew it?


For the most part he's been a joy, even though he doesn't comb his hair very often and making his bed doesn't come easy.  Perhaps his musical right sided brain could never deal with the structure of making a bed each day?  I'm hoping he'll learn at college!


As the last in the nest, Greyson enjoyed a few years of being an only child.  Byron and I got to take a long awaited road trip around southern Brazil with Greyson in tow.  We made some great memories and enjoy some sweet bonding moments...