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Yup. We’re now Memphites (Actually, we live in Cordova, a suburb, but Memphis sounds MUCH cooler).
The parents are gone. Now, it’s just the four of us in our new home for the next few years. Here’s the rundown:
- Classes start in about 2 weeks.
- I’m still looking for a shirt like the one pictured above.
- No job yet . . .
- House is still a wreck, but it’s all good.
- It’s H.O.T.
As far as a our departure from the Promise House goes, it went well. The girls knew we were leaving 3 months ago, so they had lots of time to adjust. That doesn’t mean there weren’t major tears shed, but I feel like everything was healthy and good.
It’s crazy that we’re here already. Crazy.
So, what does the move mean for familybush.com? Not sure yet. Probably less activity for a while. What with a full class load, part-time job (hopefully!), and a new baby. Things might slow down a bit once the semester begins. But, not completely.
We’re excited. Jesus is pulling us close to him. He’s allowing me to feel him again. Something that hasn’t happened in a while. More on that later. I just want to say it loud for now.
I need one. Just one.
Thus far I’ve applied (or at least went and talked to about applying) at Home Depot, Workers Interfaith Network (I actually interviewed here!), Methodist Hospital, St. Francis Hospital, Baptist Hospital, First Southern Credit Union, University of Phoenix, Prime Medical Clinic, Shady Oaks Lutheran School, St. Francis Catholic School, Wingate Wyndham, Quality Inn, Lifeway, Starbucks.
Not much luck.
Today I’m going to Barnes & Noble, Hastings, Costco, Youth Villages, and Bass Pro Shop.
Truthfully, I’m not stressed. I know (really, I do) that Jesus will take care of us. He always has in the past. Seriously. He really has. And, that empty wallet up there . . . That’s really not an accurate representation of our financial situation. I just thought it would be a funny picture.
People often ask me what it is that I do at the Promise House. Apparently, the term ‘housedad’ isn’t as self-explanatory as I would like to assume. I guess it is understandable because, truthfully, I usually have a difficult time fleshing it out myself. After a few seconds of half sentences I usually resort to “Well, I guess I am basically a dad.” And, in reality, that is the best way to put it: I am a dad.
Granted, I am not your typical, briefcase-carrying, off-to-work-every-morning, coffee-sipping, golf-playing dad (though, I do consider myself somewhat of a coffee connoisseur). I am no Mike Brady, not by a long shot. How many dads that you know have 6 pregnant teenage daughters?
This is a hard job. We knew that coming in, but we didn’t know it. You can only know how hard it is by doing it. But . . . the amazing thing is that God has given us the heart to do it. We very much enjoy the job, despite its hardness.
We’re getting dirty . . . . because we’re getting involved in messy lives. Real messy. About as messy as they come. And sometimes we find ourselves asking “Jesus, why did you put us here? What have you gotten us into?” To me, he always seems to say things like:
It’s not about you.
I love these girls as much as I love you.
These are the kinds of lives I got involved in when I was on earth.
So we keep on keeping on in a spirit of worship and thankfulness. Jesus put us here and it’s a joy to work hard in his orchard.
Lots of people asked us what we would do when we first arrived in Lima. Well, now we know!!! Mike and Kathy (our supervisors) and Wayne and Debbie Brinkley (administrators for Peru) were at the airport to meet us. As Ryan wrote earlier, we didn’t get to where we’re staying until about 4:00 a.m. I was wired when we got to our new temporary home, so I unpacked some. I went to bed about 5:00 a.m. Mike and Kathy took us to lunch and began showing us the ropes!!! I got to go grocery shopping. It was lots of fun! We went to E-Wong, the Wal-Mart of Peru. I am so excited about all the fresh fruits and vegetables–they are so cheap. I bought a watermelon for about a dollar, and tonight at dinner we had freshly snapped green beans. (Mom, aren’t you proud that I cooked the first night here!!!)
After our tour of the neighborhood, we finished unpacking and got settled in. We will be staying in the mission house for about six weeks. The mission house is owned by the IMB, and it has a few apartment type areas. We have a living room, kitchen, bedroom, and bathroom. The couple living in the apartment we are supposed to move into is not leaving until the end of April, so we’ll be in there then.
Mike and Kathy said it would be about two weeks before we start langauge school. They want us to have some time to adjust to just living here. I am excited that there is not a lot on our plate now, so we have some time to adjust!
Well, I thought this day would never come, but it has–and it has been a really good day. I know people are praying for us. I feel it.
Amanda
I can’t believe it. I’m retired at 24. No job. No money. No rent. No bills. Living with my parents.
My last day at Geyer Springs was this past Sunday. Amanda and I now have about a month and a half to get ready to live in Peru. We will leave for training January 10th in Richmond, VA. We will be there six weeks. We will then come home for a week to get repacked and head to Peru.
Right now we’re taking it easy, I guess. Spending quality time with family and friends.
God has been directing my attention to the idea of ‘mission’ lately. I guess that might be kind of obvious. But, I feel like he is showing me a whole new dimension of what mission really is. I’m reading “Mission Now” and just finished “The Good News About Injustice”. Two books that will literally change your life. Bottom line: We are missionaries. No matter where we are. And, God’s mission for our lives includes: sharing the Good News, rescuing the oppressed, feeding the hungry, clothing the naked, and helping the poor.
I’m thankful to be a part of it.
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