Sheri's Blog

What's that? a payphone

2012-02-06T06:00:00.000-06:00

Recently I was waiting at the metro stop for my train, when what do I see? A payphone! A payphone? Do you remember these?

I thought the advent of the cell phone had done away with such things. Yet, there was the phone. It seemed out of place. It peaked my interest and curiosity.

I picked up the receiver just to see if it worked. Yes, it had a ringtone. I wondered if anyone ever used it. Definitely not in the time I was standing there waiting for my train.

In case you're wondering, the cost is $0.50. So, the lyrics of a popular song would have to change to "here's TWO quarters. Call someone who cares." But, I suppose that could work...if they could find a payphone.

It isn't often I have a payphone sighting. I simply had to take a picture. When was the last time you saw a working payphone? Better yet, when was the last time you saw someone using a payphone?

just Sheri, strange sightings and curiosities

Christmas Day

2012-02-03T06:00:00.000-06:00

On Christmas Day, Kenyon and I hung out with the Senavanh clan.

We ate excellent food.

We watched young ones enjoy themselves.

Santa made an appearance to hand out the gifts.

Even some big kids received gifts from Santa.

just Sheri, getting caught up from the hectic holidays

Christmas Eve in the District

2012-02-02T06:00:00.001-06:00

On Christmas Eve I desperately wanted to get outside. If I had been with my family in New Mexico we would have been walking downtown Santa Fe. So, I thought, "why not start a new tradition?" I convinced Kenyon to join me on this adventure by promising that we would visit the Martin Luther King, Jr monument - which neither of us had seen.

This ended up being a wonderful suggestion...if I do say so myself. The night wasn't too cold. There were only a select few with the same idea. So, there was ample parking and no crowds - a rarity indeed. However, the Park Rangers were on duty and happy to talk to anyone who happened by their post. It was like having a private tour of some of our national treasures. Fabulous!

We walked by the Washington Monument on our way to our first destination. In case you didn't know, the iconic monument sustained damage during the recent earthquake. It is currently marked off with yellow tape as they work on repairs. The cracks are visible from the street.

Stop one: Lincoln Memorial. A must see on any sight-seeing visit to the District...and one of my favorite stops no matter how many times I've seen it.

Due to the lack of crowds, I saw something I have never seen before. Carved in the stone on the steps of the Lincoln memorial is a message commemorating MLK's most memorable speeches. Sort of an X marks the spot. We stood on that spot and looked out over the reflection pool (under construction) to the Washington monument beyond and imagined the crowds of people who came to hear those inspiring words.

It was a perfect lead-in to our next stop, the newest memorial in the District and the only commemorating something besides war and someone besides a president, the Martin Luther King, Jr memorial. The Park Ranger at this stop had flyers about the memorial and was happy to answer my many questions.

Kenyon posed for a picture with this great man looking over his shoulder. All around the edges are MLK's inspiring words. We read the quotes aloud...it wasn't like we were disturbing any one else. When we finished reading the quote about the character of a man, Kenyon said, "that just gave me chills."

Then we made our way toward the White House - though the Obama's were visiting a warmer climate (Hawaii) at the time. Just across the street is green space called "President's Park." This is the only place the entire night we encountered a crowd.

In President's Park stands the national tree. I am told the tree lighting ceremony is fun. Perhaps we will participate in that next year? For now, it was nice to see the tree lit up with 50 trees surrounding it - one for each U.S. state.

just Sheri, establishing new traditions

Chirstmas Ornament Exchange party

2012-02-01T06:00:00.000-06:00

When I lived in Kansas my friend Elaine held an ornament exchange party every year in December. She did this for a decade. Each year it grew bigger and bigger and bigger. After year 10 she stopped hosting the party. I loved the party. And I loved pulling out the ornaments each year and remembering the party. So, I decided to host one in our new town.

For those of you who are asking, "what is an ornament exchange party?" Let me explain. First, invite some friends. New friends are ALWAYS welcome.

Second, each person brings a wrapped ornament for the exchange. Numbers matching the number of people in attendance are put in a bowl and drawn to determine gift selection order. Then presents are opened.

This one was a hit...and I am told made it's way back to the nation of Liberia as a souvenir.

My student, and now my friend Vy, was also present. She met her learning goals so I am no longer her tutor, but we agreed to stay friends.

This was the night I became discontent with our little apartment. Why? I had to severely limit the guest list beyond what I wanted to...and we still didn't have space or seats for those who came. Notice the large number of folks sitting on the floor. I plan to remedy that problem in the near future...more on that soon.

just Sheri, (re)establishing traditions

just read: same kind of different as me

2012-01-31T08:02:00.000-06:00

Last year, someone recommended I read Same Kind of Different as Me. When I saw it on the shelf at a charity book sale, I thought "why not? And, it is for a good cause." I had no idea what to expect.

This is a wonderful, true story focused around two men - who appear different, but share many similarities. One, a rich art dealer in Texas. The other a homeless man, formerly a slave. Brought together by a woman - married to the art dealer.

If you are looking for an inspiring story about how one life can make a difference, I recommend this book. I laughed out loud and literally cried at times throughout the story.

Denver Moore, the former slave, is often full of wisdom. In the final chapter he says:

"We're all just regular folks walkin down the road God done set in front of us. The truth about it is, whether we is rich or poor or somethin in between, this earth ain't no final resting place. So in a way, we is all homeless - just workin our way toward home."

As a sojourner, and a former nomad, these words struck a cord in my heart. It was many years ago that "home" was redefined for me. Home is not constructed by men. Home is not a designated geographic place. My home on earth is with my husband, wherever God leads. But, I am still just a visitor passing through on a journey to my final resting place in eternity. That perspective changes everything!

just Sheri, homeless and working my way toward home

Austin, Texas

2012-01-30T06:00:00.000-06:00

In early December, I received an all expense paid trip to Austin, Texas. No, I didn't participate in a raffle or anything like that. It was work related. A company we contract with sent out a survey asking for customer input. I replied, not even sure they read those things. Apparently they do. To my surprise, the CEO herself called and said they were holding a user group meeting, flying some folks to their headquarters to share product ideas and I was invited. Nice! This definitely encourages me to complete more customer satisfaction surveys!

I had the opportunity to meet users from all over the US (though this is a global company) and learn from them. I left with many new ideas. Though I was the new kid on the block, one of the ways we use the system was featured as a best practice. Hooray! It's nice when hard work is recognized.

Austin is a great city. I had been there before. The trip was only a couple of days and we hadn't seen anything but the hotel and the corporate headquarters (and the short walk between the two). So, a group of us decided to get out one night. The staff dropped us off at a local restaurant/hang-out that was supposed to have some specialty items. Then they drove away. We walked up to the establishment to learn the entire place was reserved for a private party. Someone had a taxi app on their smart phone and called a cab, that is when the adventure began!

As it turns out, there is a rule about cab occupancy. A four passenger maximum. We were five. We had requested a large vehicle knowing we wouldn't fit in a normal sedan and honestly didn't know the rule. We had already waited 40-minutes for this cab to arrive. That is when one of the ladies kicked her negotiating skills in to high gear.

She convinced the Cabby to let her ride in the back. She did this on the way to a new destination and on the way back to our hotel.

Here is a photo of the same type of cab outside our hotel the next day (not the same Cabby to protect the guilty and generous).

When travelling, there will be unexpected hurdles. Roll with it!

just Sheri, back to Virginia and my personal vehicle y'all

Christmas lighting

2012-01-27T06:00:00.000-06:00

The girls and I did some other fun stuff in honor of the holiday season.

One night we made a trek (in rush hour traffic) to Baltimore, MD for the lighting of the Washington Monument. This is not the iconic (and now earthquake damaged) Washington Monument in DC, but the monument in Baltimore. The event is well attended and festive, with fireworks and all!

just Sheri, still exploring

community dinner before Thanksgiving

2012-01-26T06:00:00.000-06:00

There are a couple of beautiful young ladies that I get the pleasure of hanging with from time-to-time. These are Phim's girls. Just before Thanksgiving the church I attend hosted a community dinner for those in need. I invited the girls to join me and they eagerly participated.

Here they are in the food serving line.

In addition to food, there were fun things (intended for kids) - face painting, balloon shapes, etc. This is one of the guys who lives in the woods. I've visited his camping spot. Here he is smiling, posing with his balloon. This was my favorite memory from that night. I am glad he willingly let me photograph him. Just a little bit of joy before he returns to the cold outdoors.

just Sheri, blessed by the smiles of others

Thanksgiving 2011

2012-01-25T06:00:00.000-06:00

For the Thanksgiving holiday this year I did not have to cook a turkey - for that I am thankful! Kenyon was on-duty at the hospital and he and the other nurses were having a feast. He requested enchiladas, that was an easy request to fill. When the enchiladas were done, I got in the car and drove to Chesapeake Bay to meet up with the Williams family. They had won time at a waterfront property in a silent auction, I benefited from their charity.

I had never been to Chesapeake Bay before, though the name was familiar. What was amazing to me is how close it is to where we live, but how it felt like it was worlds away. A true retreat.

Angela and her sister-in-law Karen had prepared a feast...and beautified the table with clippings from outside.

I got to hang with young people that I don't get to see as much as I'd like.

I am thankful for a Thanksgiving with a family I love and for the experiences they have, and continue to, share with me.

just Sheri, blessed by friendship

Marital Communications 401

2012-01-24T06:00:00.000-06:00

The Hubs came home a couple of nights ago carrying a shopping bag. I innocently asked, "what's in the bag?"

He pulls out a little pig, vacuum sealed in plastic. It is very obviously a pig. The snout and hoofs and little tail are all quite visible.

My response, "Ewwww! I can't believe you just put that on our bed."

He says, "I can't believe they sell pigs at the bookstore."

We both got a good laugh. Hopefully, you did too.

Thankfully, we only had to host the pig one night as the next morning he took it to his biology class to dissect. I am grateful I neither had to participate in, nor witness such an event. I'm also grateful that it happened "off-site," meaning not in our apartment.

just Sheri, NOT a biologist

Ready to write again

2012-01-21T06:14:00.000-06:00

The "noise" that was in my head is finally clearing. For a few weeks now it felt like there was constant static - not a cogent thought, just unfocused and distracting "noise." My ability to focus is returning.

I have also been sick for the past two weeks. First, with flu-like symptoms. Then, something akin to a head cold. The flu is gone. The head cold has seriously improved.

I am ready to return to this blog and continue sharing the journey of life, again, with all of you.

I am surprised that even in my absence the stats on this blog stayed strong. With few original posts, there were still over a thousand visits. Again, I don't write to have the most popular blog, or even to be known as a blogger. I write with the hope that it blesses someone - gives them a laugh, or causes them to pause and reflect, or stirs some sense of adventure in their soul and causes the reader to think "maybe I am made for more than this."

So...I'm back. Ready to write again. Though the frequency is still to be determined.

just Sheri, returning to normal

in absentia

2012-01-13T15:15:00.000-06:00

Maybe you've been wondering where I have been recently. Not many original blog posts in recent months, then suddenly none at all.

What happened? A LOT.

The best way to describe the events of recent months is mourning...I have been in mourning. In ancient times I would have been dressed in sackcloth and covered in ashes. In our modern times, I woke-up each morning. Dressed for work. Went through the motions of my day and went home. Few knowing what was happening beneath the exterior.

What have I been mourning?

I have been mourning the loss of my life's dream(s). Yes, I have mentioned the grieving and uncertainty on this blog before. But, I had been unwilling to let it go. I kept hoping that someday, somehow it would revive...then I could return as if I had never left. Then I got an answer from God that I wasn't ready to hear. Let it DIE.

I didn't want to. I hung on. It seemed like everything I read for weeks - fiction, non-fiction, scripture, non-scripture - over and over I received the same message. Let it DIE.

I could have easily accepted an extended delay. Or, perhaps, even a re-packaging. But, death? Death is so final.

The message is clear. I am to let my dream DIE.

Why? I still don't know the answer to that single question, but I have received my marching orders and am holding on to the hope in John 12:24.

"Truly, truly, I say to you,

unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains alone;
but if it dies, it bears much fruit."

Someday, I hope to see the fruit of this difficult choice.

In the midst of an emotional journey, while Encore posts were running on this blog and our one year in the US anniversary came and went. Holiday's were celebrated globally, etc, etc, etc...another major event happened.. Someone died.

Just before Thanksgiving I took a road trip to South Carolina. This was not a vacation. I had been commissioned by a force beyond myself to visit my biological father. I invited myself to his home for a weekend. Thankfully he accepted my imposition. My brother and his wife were also there.

I had not spent that much time with my biological father in approximately two decades. It was a pleasant weekend and I am grateful for that time together. Before taking the trip I had lots of reasons (excuses) why this was a bad idea. I went anyway.

Two days after Christmas I got a phone call from my brother. Our dad shot himself. He committed suicide. His father had committed suicide. His grandfather had committed suicide. Despite the tragedy of this situation I am awed by the grace of God.

God's grace...

led me to spend a weekend with my birth father, though it didn't make sense
allowed me to forgive pains from the past so that the time spent together was pleasant
brought family members from all over the nation to celebrate his life
placed me back in America so I could be part of that reunion (participation would not have been possible if I was still overseas)

I have no answers. I only see a small portion of a much bigger reality. I am still processing it all. My writing on this blog will likely come in starts and stops over the coming weeks - sometimes on, sometimes not. I will share what I think is appropriate...when it is appropriate. I have received cards from all over the US since this event. I thank all of you for your support.

just Sheri, because of God's grace

2011 year in review: joy(ful)

2011-12-29T06:00:00.000-06:00

The chosen theme for 2011 was audacious joy. It was primarily "audacious" because at the time of selecting this theme my world was in shambles. Everything was out of whack, off kilter. Uncertainty abounded. We were both unemployed and moving continents for the third time in less than two years. The few things we owned were held in embargo in Africa. We were living in a new place (Virginia), where we were strangers and unfamiliar with our surroundings. The pressure on our relationship was almost more than it could bear. I looked at my circumstances, which were heartbreaking, and in response I chose joy.

Shortly after choosing the theme for 2011 I read a scripture in Habakkuk 3 that summarized my position.

Habakkuk 3:17-18
Though the fig tree should not blossom,
nor fruit be on the vines,
the produce of the olive fail
and the fields yield no food,
the flock be cut off from the fold
and there be no herd in the stalls,
yet I will rejoice in the Lord:
I will take joy in the God of my salvation.

In February, I received a job offer for my current position. Employment was a welcome blessing. Kenyon was blessed with the position he wanted at a hospital in the area beginning in June.

In March, the shipping company found a way around the embargo and our stuff arrived on our doorstep. If you knew the specifics, you would know this was miraculous.

In April, we found an apartment and began to re-establish our lives in a new place. God met our need and then blessed us to overflowing. We were given enough household goods to actually set-up house.

Living in the US is like living a 5-star existence (especially in comparison to our previous locations), but the amount of grumbling and complaining remains a mystery (and frustration) to me. Once again, the Bible provided guidance - joy is NOT determined by circumstances whether they be want or plenty. The comedian Groucho Marx reminded me that joy is a choice.

I had plenty of days with tears and wallowing. Troubles have not ceased. But, on the days when I chose joy - joy is what defined my day. Joy is a choice. As often as possible, choose joy.

In summary, in the year of audacious joy - God showed up. He showed himself to be faithful - even in my disbelief.

just Sheri, more joyful

Willing Surrender

2011-12-27T06:00:00.000-06:00

I believe strongly in voluntary personal sacrifice. It is a value we admire in our society. We have sayings like:

"Live simply so others may simply live."

Someone quoted this to me recently - while owning two homes, three cars, a sail boat and more "toys" than I can name. I try not to be judgmental, but I definitely have a reaction to such hypocrisy. As my friend Phim often reminds me - I have "no poker face"...no matter how I try.

While I cannot control the choices of others, I can make personal choices about the depths of my sacrifice. On a regular basis I evaluate expenses or schedule and adjust accordingly.

In the month of January the congregation I attend is asking that we each willingly sacrifice something. One of the families I hang with is giving up meat. Another woman I know is giving up sugar. I cannot decide what to surrender. I am willing, but clueless.

I've thought about giving up TV altogether. Though I don't watch much television there are a few shows I follow online or have weekly watch parties with friends.

I've thought about giving up eating out, but that is also a rarity in my life.

I don't eat much meat already. I don't drink coffee or alcohol.

I am not saying this to toot my horn. I just haven't come up with an idea that I feel is enough of a sacrifice and worthy of the cause.

So, I put this out there in cyber land - what suggestions do you have? What might you (or have you) given up for a similar cause?

Just Sheri, clueless

What kind of gift can I give to the King?

2011-12-24T14:31:00.000-06:00

Christmas is upon us. A season of celebration- though the reason is often lost in the noise of a commercial holiday. We are celebrating the birth of a special baby. That child changed the world. That child changed the course of history (literally the calendar we use to this day). Whatever one may think about Jesus - His influence on earth cannot be denied. Thousands of years after his death he still has millions of followers. His name is still relevant because we remember it and have formed opinions on him - like or dislike.

I count myself one of his followers. I call him "my King."

I was recently reminded of a deep spiritual truth through a children's song I knew as a child. It leaves me asking myself an important question on this day...

What kind of gift can I give to my King?

Question:

What can I give to the King?

Give to the One who has everything?

What can I give?

What gift can i bring?

What can I give to the King?

Answer:

Give Him a heart that's opened up wide

Give Him a life that's got nothing to hide

Give Him a love that's tender and true

And He'll give it all back to you

Yes, He'll give it all back to you

Question:

What can we give to the King?

Give to the One who has everything?

What can we give?

What gift can we bring?

What can we give to the King?

Answer:

Give Him all glory, His people on earth

Give Him all praises, this day of His birth

Give Him all honor in all that we do

As He's given His life to you

Question:

What can we give to the King?

Give to the One who has everything?

What can we give to the King?

What is your answer to this question?

Neti pot users beware

2011-12-21T06:12:00.000-06:00

You may remember that I suffered from terrible allergies earlier this year. A Neti pot was recommended (and literally forced upon me). It worked. But, one must follow the directions carefully. No tap water people. No tap water!
Here is why:
Neti pot danger? Two die from amoeba infection

The Art of Successful Grant Writing

2011-12-18T07:51:00.000-06:00

On this blog I don't talk a lot about what I do for a living. I have held various positions over the years and the work only gets honorable mention a few times. There is a skill I have had to develop in my professional life, and it is one I am asked questions about often.

What skill is that?

Grant writing.

In the world of change makers it is an important part of the fundraising tool belt. I was recently asked by our local Chamber of Commerce to do a lunchtime presentation on the topic. If you have 45 spare minutes, and want to mostly hear the presentation because the visuals aren't so good, then feel free to play the following video.

If you would like a copy of the Powerpoint presentation, let me know and I will email it to you.

Happy grant writing!

just Sheri, sharing lessons learned

Everyday Heroes: layaway

2011-12-17T04:23:00.001-06:00

News worth sharing:
Anonymous donors pay strangers' layaway accounts

NOTE: The Everyday Heroes series is intended to draw attention to kindness. It's purpose is to share stories of normal people engaging in acts of kindness. Why? Because I believe kindness is what changes the world.

Encore: Tina and her girls

2011-12-13T06:00:00.000-06:00

Best of 2008

Here is one of the nominees from July 2008. My family is a bit, well...um...unconventional. For our family reunion, we have a talent show. It's a good thing the family is full of talent! The lead singer is my mom. The back-up dancers are my aunties, including myself. This wasn't just a one-time event. This was a snip-it from my childhood. It has been passed on to the next generation - notice the girls on the side-lines following along.

I wanted to share with you a taste of the Gonzales Family Talent Show. My mom is Tina, my aunts and I are the back-up dancers. Too fun!

Encore: living in a tent?

2011-12-12T06:00:00.000-06:00

Best of 2008

Here is one of the nominees from June 2008. The life of adventure wasn't as glamorous as it appears. I was looking for successful strategies to make it work.

I feel like a nomad. Since moving to North Carolina I have been a woman without a home. I travel constantly from place to place, country to country and continent to continent. Returning to North Carolina just feels like another trip, another place I'm visiting. I'm here so infrequently that it isn't home, it isn't familiar, and I have not transitioned. I read a scripture in Hebrews recently that actually brought me some comfort.

By faith Abraham, when called to go to a place he would later receive as his inheritance, obeyed and went, even though he did not know where he was going. By faith he made his home in the promised land like a stranger in a foreign country; he lived in tents, as did Isaac and Jacob, who were heirs with him of the same promise. For he was looking forward to the city with foundations, whose architect and builder is God.

Abraham left home without knowing his destination, he made his home in a foreign land and lived in tents (as did his decendents). Why would he do this? Why would he leave the comforts of home? He did it to follow a promise God had given him, he kept looking toward that goal and not at his present discomforts - like living in a tent. If Abraham could do it, I could do it, right? Well, I'm trying...but I can certainly tell you it isn't comfortable or easy. I'm doing it because I believe God has called me to this work in this place. I'm doing it out of faith. This isn't the first time I've followed God into the unknown, this isn't the first time obedience to God's call has cost me something...reading Abraham's story brings me comfort because I know that my experience has been survived by others, in fact others have had it tougher. And, in case your wondering, every time I've done what God asked of me it worked out to be a time of incredible personal growth or meaningful ministry. I called this the year of faith steps and it certainly has been.

So, I ask you, has there been a time when you had to leave the familiar for the unknown? What was the result?

Encore: You know you live in a small town when...

2011-12-08T06:00:00.000-06:00

Best of 2008

Here is one of the nominees from April 2008. When I wasn't globe trotting, Kenyon and I resided in the smallest town we had ever lived in - Boone, NC. This location still holds that record. There are some perks to small town life, this is one I discovered.

The process to dispute a traffic violation citation (ticket) involves a face-to-face sit down with the District Attorney (DA). They told me to go talk to the DA. I thought they were joking or that at most I would speak with a DA representative...no way would the actual DA have time to speak to me about a ticket. But...they had told me truth.

I guess I should find it comforting that the DA of our town isn't inundated with murder cases or other more pressing matters and has time to speak with citizens about speeding tickets. I've just never lived in such a place. I think I'm experiencing culture shock - big city to small town life transition shock.

Encore: Whirlwind Tour

2011-12-07T06:00:00.000-06:00

Best of 2008

Here is one of the nominees from February 2008. This is one of my all time favorite adventures. The photo is from a rural part of Indonesia. That destination left me feeling like I had lived a National Geographic experience. Notice the number of days on the road and stops along the way. I lived in a state of sleep deprivation for over two-years. It must have been the adrenaline rush that kept me going!

I just returned from a whirlwind tour of Asia (beginning in Africa). In 21 days, I visited Uganda, Thailand, Cambodia, Indonesia and India. Whew! The longest I stayed in any one hotel was two nights. I took 31 airplanes and was in countless time-zones. Though the trip was absolutely exhausting, it was also completely unforgettable. I can't possibly share all of the stories from the trip, but I just had to share this picture.

This man greeted us at one of our stops. He lives in a remote village in the interior of Indonesia in the area of Papua (different than Papua New Guinea). There are two options to reach the village; Option One: trek through dense jungle along steep mountain ranges for days, or Option Two: take a helicopter. We chose to ride in a heli (my first helicopter ride). I've only seen men like this on National Geographic specials, never in real life - until now. He's got all the accessories - dreadlocks, face paint, the pig tusk through a giant hole in his nose, beaded necklaces, his spear, and yes, the most important accessory of all, the penis gord. It was described to me as "accentuating his manhood." I imagine it can't be comfortable. The killed a pig in our honor, gutted it and opened it up for cooking in the hot rock oven. What an experience! I can hardly believe I lived it!

I visited this area because these rural people, who were previously so isolated, are dying in mass from AIDS. It is estimated that they will loose an entire generation to this disease. We aim to do something about that and will begin work in these villages this year. I will likely return in October for a scheduled training event. Simply unbelievable

Encore: The Concept of a Calling

2011-12-06T06:00:00.000-06:00

Best of 2008

Here is one of the nominees from February 2008. I LOVED my work. The only down side was how often I was away. It wasn't so much a shared adventure, as it was Kenyon taking and picking up Sheri from the airport. The end result of that was Sheri being gone more often than she was home. I was committed to the dream, but struggling through the reality of living it.

I've been thinking a lot about the idea of a calling. I believe everyone, yes everyone, has a calling. I believe God put each of us on earth for a purpose - no exception. That doesn't mean discovering or fulfilling your individual calling is easy, in fact it is quite the opposite. I believe callings are revelaed in quite promptings from God (almost whispers), they require obedience even when they don't make sense or are unpopular, they often bring with them a burden. There is a book titled, "Answer Your Call." I read this book in graduate school...one of the few for fun. I picked it up again recently. There was a quote in there that I can relate to. The author says, "Responding to your call means accepting the burden that will set you free." Burden and freedom? Can the two co-exist? They seem paradoxical. When you have heard the call and respond, you understand. It is a burden that brings freedom, it is freedom that comes along with a burden. I feel both simultaneously, but yet, I consider myself one of the lucky ones. So many people spend their lives wondering what their purpose is? I don't wonder. I'm living it. It isn't easy and there are plenty of days that I long for "normal," but at the core of my being I wouldn't have it any other way. I am enjoying living the great adventure of life and I'm still discovering where my calling may lead next...

Encore: boiled peanut?

2011-12-05T06:00:00.000-06:00

Best of 2007

Here is one of the nominees from October 2007. Sometimes we reminisce about this experience and laugh.

So, everytime I move I learn a different cuisine. I may still be in the same country, but the food preferences change. Southerners like sweet tea (and by sweet I mean VERY sweet). They like fried chicken and greens. I found out something else they like - boiled peanuts. Kenyon and I saw signs all over the road advertising places where one can buy boiled peanuts. Kenyon said, "what's a boiled peanut? That doesn't even sound good." I didn't know what it was.

My friend Sarah here said her family once took a road trip and stopped to ask. Her dad got out and asked the man, "What's a boiled peanut?" The man replied in a heavy southern drawl, "A boiled peanut is a boiled peanut." Well, duh!

This weekend I tried my first (and likely my last) boiled peanut. We were at the Woolly Worm festival and Lori got very excited and said, "ah, boiled peanuts! Have you ever had one?" No. She bought a cup full. They really are peanuts, like the kind you eat at a baseball game. They take salt water and boil it, then they dump salty peanuts in to the salt water and let them soften. You open the shell and eat the salty, soft peanut. Some people love them. I am not one of those people. One peanut and I felt like all the moisture in my mouth was sucked right out from all the salt.

So, if you've never heard of a boiled peanut...now you don't have to ask.

Encore: saying good-bye...

2011-12-02T06:00:00.000-06:00

Best of 2007

Here is one of the nominees from August 2007. Shortly after saying "I do" the first time. I accepted my dream job. Following the dream required a relocation to the East Coast, North Carolina to be exact. Kenyon was born in Kansas City and had lived there his entire life. He supported the dream and joined me on the adventure.

This week I have started saying "good-bye." I don't like it much. Though Kansas will never be home - I used to say, "I could live here twenty years and it won't be my home. I won't be a Kansan." - it has been a great place to live. I have made the best friends of my life here. The best! In my nearly nine years in Kansas (I will be short of my anniversary by a couple of weeks), I had many people leave me to greener pastures, but I remained part of a vibrant, close-knit, wonderful community. I've already shed many tears about leaving these friendships, this community. I'm sure these will not be my last.

Last night I was at a going away dinner hosted in my honor and one of my friends said my absence will leave a void that cannot be filled. I feel that way about so many people here. My departing will leave a void in my life that will not be replaced. I'm confident I will make new friends, but the wealth of friendships I made in this community is irreplaceable. I can't conceive of replicating this experience in a new place. So, my leaving is bitter-sweet.

I was asked at a going away lunch, if I viewed this as just a job or as a calling. I view it as a calling. I believe the series of events that brought me to this place was not by chance and was more than coincidence. I would not be leaving my community, uprooting my life, and forgoing my PhD (for now) if I believed otherwise. There is some solace in knowing that, in feeling there is a larger purpose behind it all, but that doesn't mean it's easy to relocate.

Friends, you have impacted my life in more ways than you will ever know. I am so grateful to all of you, and indebted to many of you (debts I can never repay). I am going to miss you - miss just doesn't seem strong enough; I'm going to long to be with you. Thank you for making this place that I came to reluctantly such a beautiful experience. I love you. Know there is always a room waiting for you in North Carolina.

Encore: legally wed

2011-12-01T06:00:00.000-06:00

Best of 2007

Here is one of the nominees from June 2007. Kenyon and I had what we call "The Wedding World Tour!" It was held on two continents and in three States. RSVP cards included a check the box for the events a guest will be attending. This was the start of the tour and the first wedding ceremony. The second wedding ceremony was held in India at my favorite place on earth, including the attendance of about 1,500 people, press, a parade and so much more. If I think about it, I still can't believe it really happened to me. Crazy!

As if my life isn't crazy enough with a multitude of projects, summer school, work, not to mention the largest India trip we've ever had coming up in a few weeks...add to that chaos - a wedding.

Kenyon and I were legally wed Saturday, June 16 - exactly one year to the day of our first date. We had a small garden ceremony with only a few in attendance. The minister is a man Kenyon has adopted as his dad - Father Jones. A small reception followed at a friends home. She went all out with a three tier cake, decorations and a sparkling apple cider toast. We had friends come from Chicago and the D.C. area to celebrate with us. I wore a hair pin from China and a hot pink outfit from India. Kenyon wore the suit we picked out for him in China. We may have been in Kansas, but this was an international/multi-cultural wedding! I wouldn't have it any other way. We party, party, party from here - in India in August, in Kansas City in August and in New Mexico in September. Hope you can make it to one of the parties.

Encore: relaxing massage?

2011-11-30T06:00:00.000-06:00

Best of 2007

Here is one of the nominees from May 2007. My recent trip to China was not the first for my dad and I. We had been there before, together. This was the most prominent memory from that first trip - we still talk about the night he came back with all the welts on his back.

Fiona and I decided to go to hot yoga tonight. Bob didn't want to stay home, he wanted to get out and do something. There is a massage parlor not far from the yoga place. Bob thought a relaxing foot massage would be nice. The driver dropped us in between and we went our seperate ways.

At the end of yoga we met up with him at the car and asked him about the massage. He said, "I don't speak Chinese." Obviously something was lost in translation because this photo shows the result of his relaxing foot massage. Yikes! There are 24 of these red, inflamed bumps on his back. He described them as "tender." Personally, I don't know how he's going to sleep tonight. I imagine it is uncomfortable to lay on your back, or even have the blankets touching the skin.

I guess they use these suction cups and fire to make these bumps. It's supposedly cleansing. Helen, one of Fiona's friends, said her husband did it and he has a hairy back. His result was much worse as it involved the smell of burnt hair. Would you like a relaxing Chinese massage?

Encore: Surprise! Marriage proposal.

2011-11-29T06:00:00.000-06:00

Best of 2007

Here is one of the nominees from April 2007. Marriage was not the BIG dream growing in my heart. My dream was about living overseas. Serving in the developing world. Turning my passion in to my vocation. Accepting Kenyon's proposal of marriage was about having a companion to join me on the adventure.

Its official, he proposed. And I accepted. He actually asked me three times, once for every ring. It was awesome! I came in blindfolded, he had a whole set-up, including an audience. When the blindfold came off, I saw all the people who were there to celebrate with us. My mom, aunt Carmen and aunt Gloria flew in from New Mexico for the event. What a surprise that was! They were the first thing I saw when the blindfold was removed. When the proposal was complete, it was sealed with a prayer and blessing by the group and Pastor Jones (Kenyon calls him Dad). Everyone said it felt like a wedding (minus the actual license). I felt so loved by all of those in attendance, and especially by my man for all his hard work. I'm a lucky girl! I told you I'd let you know when it happened...well, it happened. Now on to the weddings (that's right, there will be more than one on two different continents) and receptions (that's right, there will be more than one of those, too). Let the celebrations begin!

Encore: Dreams

2011-11-28T06:00:00.000-06:00

In the coming weeks, I will be re-posting some of my favorite posts from the past six years on this blog. Yes, I have had this blog for nearly SIX years! I have revisited some of these posts lately. It is interesting to me how much life has changed. For those who are new around here, it will give you a glimpse of the journey. I am calling this series "Encore." If you'd like, you can vote on your favorites.

Best of 2007
Here is one of the nominees from March 2007. This was a time in life when I was dreaming BIG dreams. I was looking beyond India, beyond the horizon, and out in to the great, big world. Wondering about the possibilities and believing that something amazing was just around the corner.

I've been thinking a lot about dreams lately. Not the kind of dreams you have when you are sleeping (I don't ever remember those anyway), but the kind you have in waking hours. The stuff that gets your heart pumping and your feet moving. When I graduated with my Master's degree I threw a big party, one of the attendees gave me a book called, "The Dream Giver." I'd never been fond of the author, but I read it anyway. It was a book and I like to read. It turned out to be life changing. The Dream Giver (God) has given every Nobody (us) a big dream (a purpose). I believe that to the core of my being. God put each of us on earth to fulfill a purpose. In the story, a Nobody named Ordinary goes on an adventure to pursue his big dream and overcomes many obstacles along the way; it is a journey of faith, ambition, and hope. These days I feel a lot like Ordinary. I have a big dream stirring in my soul with few details to go on and plenty of obstacles to overcome. I wish we all had Paul's Damascus road experience where God comes down in a light, stops us in our tracks and says, "here's what I want from you." That hasn't ever happened in my life. Rather, I'm given little hints, quite promptings, guidance that seems to come in whispers. It takes tremendous faith to take the next step.

The journey toward my big dream began on my first trip to India. That step of faith produced the start of an orphanage, delivery of medical supplies for a clinic that helps thousands and will likely grow in to a hospital/clinic in the next five years, a leadership/pastor training institute, and visits to the other side of the world leading groups at least twice per year. That's huge! Many of you probably think this is the destination of my big dream, but its not. I feel a stirring in my soul that it is just the start of something bigger (isn't that scary!). There are days when I want a normal life and a normal job, but I'm not cut from that mold and know that in the end I would feel imprisoned by that choice. I recently read the following story and found it inspiring. I thought I'd share...

Dreams

Knowing when to keep pursuing a dream and when to accept an alteration to your dream is not always an easy task. Jack Canfield tells about a young high school student whose father was a horse trainer. Because the family had to follow the horseracing season, the young boy was required to change schools throughout the year. During his senior year, he was asked to write a paper about what his dreams for the future were. The paper described his dream of owning a 200-acre horse ranch with stables, tracks and a 4,000-square-foot home. He even drew a diagram of the property and the design of his house. Two days after he had turned in his paper, it was returned to him with an "F" on the front and a note to see the teacher. After class, the teacher explained to the boy that his dream was "unrealistic." The teacher said that if the boy rewrote the paper with a much more realistic dream, he would reconsider the grade. The boy went home and asked his father what to do. "It's your decision," said the father. The boy kept the paper for a week and then returned it to his teacher after class. "Here," the boy said, "you can keep the 'F' and I'll keep my dream."

Encore: Valentine's Elf?

2011-11-25T06:00:00.000-06:00

Encore: My favorite place on earth

2011-11-24T06:00:00.000-06:00

On this trip I taught the 400+ children to say "I love you" in American sign language. It was overwhelming to receive that message in return. It was great to walk to the campus and be able to tell children up close or from a distance, "I love you." On my first trip a few years ago the children were uncomfortable receiving hugs, now hugs and kisses are the norm and we have progressed to saying these precious words.

I am part of a very large family in India. To some I am "sister," to some I am "mommy," to all I am "friend." What an amazing gift to be part of such a large and loving family!

Encore: I think I'm in love

2011-11-23T06:00:00.000-06:00

Encore: a word on change...

2011-11-22T06:00:00.000-06:00

In the coming weeks, I will be re-posting some of my favorite posts from the past six years on this blog. Yes, I have had this blog for nearly SIX years! I have revisited some of these posts lately. It is interesting to me how much life has changed. For those who are new around here, it will give you a glimpse of the journey. I am calling this series "Encore." If you'd like, you can vote on your favorites.

Best of 2006
Here is one of the nominees from July 2006. My sense of security was shifting. I was leaving steady employment (and paycheck) to begin a PhD program. Thus prompting (the first) downsizing of my life. My close friends were relocating. I had no idea what the future would hold and I was struggling with massive amounts of change. I had loved the old life and didn't like the uncertainty of the unknown.

I don't mean the kind of change that jingles in your pocket, no, I mean life altering change. Change that rocks your world, moves your comfort zone, and makes you want to curl up in the fetal position and suck your thumb. I always thought I was good with change. In business, I like change. I don't want to stay in one place too long. I want to be cutting edge and a leader. I've learned recently that in my personal life I like stability and comfort. My personal life is changing. Some of it by choices I've made, some of it totally out of my control. It has caused me to reevaluate my opinion of change and have empathy for those who are not as comfortable with corporate change as I am. Below are some interesting quotes on change:

"Change is hard because people overestimate the value of what they have—and underestimate the value of what they may gain by giving that up."
— James Belasco and Ralph Stayer, Flight of the Buffalo (1994)

"Change has a bad reputation in our society. But it isn't all bad — not by any means. In fact, change is necessary in life — to keep us moving ... to keep us growing ... to keep us interested . ... Imagine life without change. It would be static ... boring ... dull."
— Dr. Dennis O'Grady in Bottom Line - Personal

"Change is the law of life and those who look only to the past or present are certain to miss the future."
—John F. Kennedy

Common theme? Change can be a good thing - though painful at times.

What changes am I experiencing? Lots and lots of life-altering change. I am in the midst of a career change. I will go from full-time working professional in a job I really enjoy, to the unknown status of full-time student. I will change jobs. I'll be working on a grant for the department to earn my financial aid, as well as have a part-time employer to make ends meet. As a result, I have been downsizing my life for approximately 8 months; new home, new car, new budget. My friends are moving. I often referred to a close group of friends as the three W's - Whincop's, Warren's and William's families. The Williams family have gone to Virginia near Washington D.C. Since they've gone I no longer have Tuesday night family night. The Warren's are building a home in North Kansas City. It is a longer drive and a part of the city I rarely visit. I am helping them move in to an apartment this weekend. I currently work with Elaine, the change in job and the move will likely mean we will see less of each other. In approximately two weeks the Whincop family will reside in China. They have a contract on their house and have made all the arrangements to relocate. I already feel the loss of their friendship. I don't like any of these changes. If I had a magic wand, life would have remained the same. But, I don't have a magic wand or a jeannie in a bottle. Rather, I have to learn to adjust. Yuck! I have to believe the hope found in the above quotes; maybe, just maybe, change can make room for new possibilities, growth, and a brighter future. Maybe?

Encore: Amazing Race

2011-11-21T06:00:00.000-06:00

Encore: visit to India

2011-11-18T06:00:00.000-06:00

I just returned from another adventure in South India. We visited approximately 10 water projects...eight in one day. These borewells will supply clean drinking water for thousands! We visited the Light of Love Children's home - my new home away from home. This visit was too short, but it was nice because the children knew my name, I knew some of their names and there was familiarity with the people and place. We also participated in two housing projects; one in a tsunami area and one that had been devastated by fire, both reach the poorest of the poor. My purpose this time was to transport medical supplies. I took as much as would fit in the space allowed by the airlines. I arrived home yesterday, I received an email this morning from a volunteer in Tuni who said they have put the bandages to good use already. I was glad to hear it.

I will return to India in June. The purpose of that trip is to scope out a new location for a second orphanage. I will also transport additional medical supplies and school supplies for the children. Their academic year starts in July.

I want to share with you one of the most memorable stories from my trip. The picture of the girl above is Varalaxmi. She is 19 years old. She was married at 16 - not uncommon in that part of the world. What she did not know is that her husband had AIDS. In their first week of marriage he had a fever. That is when she discovered the truth. She is already a widow. They have a two year old son. She is infected with HIV. She has asked Dr. Prem Das to take her child in to the Light of Love Children's home in the new academic year. Her parents want her to remarry because they don't want the responsibility of caring for her. She wants to spend her last days near her son, and has asked to also work at the home as long as she is able. Prem Das has agreed. He has done this before on more than one occasion. Prem Das asked me to be part of the intake interview while I was there. Her story was heartwrenching. I took this picture during her telling of that story. It captured emotion I cannot convey.

Please pray for the work that is being done in India. Please pray for these people in desperate situations. Please pray that I will be faithful and diligent in my work with them. There is so much need that at times it is hard to believe one person can make a difference, then I look to Prem Das example and the thousands of people he has helped - I know then it is worth the effort.

Encore: an inspiring love story

2011-11-17T06:00:00.000-06:00

Cripple love.
Shatter hope.
Corrode faith.
Eat away peace.
Destroy confidence.
Kill friendship.
Shut out memories.
Silence courage.
Invade the soul.
Reduce eternal life.
Lessen the power of the resurrection.

I aspire to posess just a portion of their trust in God and their love for each other.

hiking in the Shenandoah

2011-11-16T06:00:00.000-06:00

Once upon a time I lived in the Appalachian Mountains along the Blue Ridge Parkway. Now, I live NEAR these destinations, but in a different state. The beauty extends beyond State boundaries and this past weekend I soaked it up!

One of my new friends, Sarah, and her fiance Greg acted as the tour guides for the journey. Sarah and Greg have been mentioned in posts before, but not by name - such as here. This wonderful couple were our only helpers when we moved. As if that was not enough of a gift, it was also raining and cold that day. They were our angels...in more ways than I can count. But, we also have fun together too. This weekend is one example.

We picked a trail along the river. While it was lovely, and I did know a large portion of it would be uphill while climbing over rocks. I hadn't factored in leaf covered rocks. I was also unaware of the exact distance - which was approximately 8 miles that took our group over 4 hours to complete. Whew!

However, Greg had packed the group a sweet treat that we indulged in on our journey.

What is that she is drinking - you ask?

HOT CHOCOLATE!!! with marshmallows y todo. Ooh-la-la! I had never considering packing such a thing on a hike, but I am sure glad Greg thought of it!

Thanks to Sarah and Greg for creating a wonderful Saturday experience!

just Sheri, still sore from the climb - but loving it

full on joy!

2011-11-10T06:00:00.000-06:00

I was recently part of a celebration for work. The group I was celebrating with serves those with physical and intellectual disabilities. There was food and games, music and dancing.

I had so much fun dancing with some of the clients. What struck me most though, is the honesty in their emotions. No pretense, just experiencing the moment. A full embrace of excitement and enthusiasm. Full on joy.

I want to experience life like that. Full on.

just Sheri, embracing the moment

hidden in plain sight

2011-11-09T06:00:00.000-06:00

A few weeks ago I received an invitation to join a group of individuals at one of the local homeless camp areas. There are camps throughout our community - behind restaurants and strip malls, construction sites and churches. This particular camp was set up directly behind my bank. I have gone to this parking lot often since moving, but failed to notice the foot path leading in to the woods.

My immediate thought is how there are so many folks living in our society, in our cities, in our neighborhoods, who are hidden in plain sight. They are there, yet we don't see them. Why don't we see them? I think it has more to do with us than them. Acknowledging their presence disrupts our comfort. So, instead we look past them, through them, around them. We willful ignore the signs.

Perhaps we do this because we don't know how to help, or what to do. Perhaps we do it because we don't want to be inconvenienced. Perhaps we do it because we've been blind so long we forgot how to see. I don't have the answer.

What I do know is, there are hundreds in my community living in the woods. They are hidden in plane sight. With the exception of a few good-hearted souls, they are forgotten.

Since that visit to the woods, where I played horse shoes and heard stories of unfortunate circumstances, I have been praying one scripture over and over and over again.

Psalm 9:18
For the needy shall not always be forgotten, and the hope of the poor shall not perish forever.

For those that I met in the woods, I pray they are not forgotten by the masses. That a civilized society will remember the less fortunate. I pray hope is alive in their hearts and that one day soon it becomes their reality. This prayer is not just for the homeless, but for all of those who live among us but are hidden in plane sight.

just Sheri, attempting to open my eyes to the unseen

just read: Humilitas

2011-11-08T06:00:00.000-06:00

Back in September I posted about the author of Humilitas, John Dickson.

Since then I have read through some of my stack and packed this book in my carry-on to China. I finished it while on the trip. I enjoyed the authors approach to humility. Reading this book gave me a lesson in ancient history and latin vocabulary, while challenging me to build better character qualities - a VERY unique (and intriguing) combination!

I cannot possibly summarize the book in one blog post, so I will instead focus on one chapter. John applied the virtue of humility to leadership in a number of aspects, but the one I will focus on is persuasion. Persuasion is a tool leaders use to influence circumstances or events. John argues that "the humble are frequently more persuasive and inspiring than the arrogant."

According to John, the fundamentals of leadership are: 1. ability, 2. example and 3. persuasion. Then he says:

"... persuasion is the leader's ability to articulate and argue a position in a way that motivates others in the team to move in the new direction. A leader with example but with no ability to persuade others will be well loved but unable to lift people beyond the circumstances they can see around them. Persuasion is key."

John goes on to explain that according to ancient philosophers, Aristotle in particular, the character of the speaker is the most effective tool. Beyond intellect. Beyond emotional appeal. Character, or ethos, influences. Why? Aristotle says, "We believe good-hearted people to a greater extent and more quickly than we do others on all subjects in general and completely in cases where there is not exact knowledge but room for doubt."

John concludes the chapter by saying, "When people trust us, they tend to believe what we say, and few are considered more trustworthy than those who choose to use their power for the good of others above themselves." A strong argument in favor of humility.

Want to be great? Choose to be a servant. That is the stance of a world-changer! Listening to others. Thinking of their needs above your own. "Humility is the noble choice to forgo your status, deploy your resources or use your influence for the good of others before yourself." Tough to do, but worth the effort.

just Sheri, seeing the value of ethos and trying to establish it in my heart

culture shock: politeness

2011-11-07T06:00:00.000-06:00

In returning to America, there was something interesting that I noticed. Americans are quite courteous. We wait patiently in line for our turn. We hold doors open for perfect strangers. We say "please" and "thank you" during exchanges of even mundane tasks.

My friend Phim had a flat tire. Someone stopped to help and didn't leave until it was taken care of, because he said he hoped someone would do that for his wife and child if they had a flat.

I haven't seen these kind of courtesies in a while. Now, we ain't got nothing on the developing worlds hospitality! But, courtesy is fostered here and should be exported. I'd prefer that over the materialism that we are exporting currently.

just Sheri, thankful for common courtesy

Food Street

2011-11-03T06:00:00.000-05:00

For dinner on our last night in Wuhan, we toured "food street." This was a first for the Whincop family and we had a great time checking out the stalls and tasting a bit of what they had to offer.

D.J. was impressive! Here she is eating squid from a food booth. There wasn't a thing she didn't sample. Not only is she nearly as tall as me (and likely to surpass me by our next visit), but she is braver than me when it comes to cuisine. Well done!

D.J. does have a mentor when it comes to adventurous eating. Her dad! Like father, like daughter. Look at those smiles!

This man was smoking while cooking. I tried to get a snap (photo). He caught me and this was his response. Uh-uh-uh!

There were many wonderful smells and tastes...and some not so wonderful (stinky tofu for instance). But, this delicacy called "chocolate fish" left a big impression. Warm dough with melted chocolate inside - in the shape of a fish. Tough to beat - especially for someone who likes bread and chocolate. Mmmm, good! I want another, please. Too bad they are so far away.

just Sheri, samples make a great meal

Dancing in the park

2011-11-02T06:00:00.000-05:00

Parks in China are a gathering place. There are those playing Mahjong. Those singing or playing instruments. Groups participating in Tai Chi. Kite flying. People watching. But, my favorite public park activity - DANCING!

I love to dance, though I don't get to do it much these days. I found a group of ladies doing ballroom dancing. One seemed to be the teacher. I jumped right in for a lesson. Ahh, dancing! Apparently, a universal language as it did not require us to communicate with words in order to connect.

When I travel, it is moments like these (unscripted and shared with the locals) that I cherish. Thanks for documenting the moment, Fiona.

just Sheri, danced in the park

Patience is a virtue

2011-11-01T06:00:00.000-05:00

Asia is full of beautiful handicrafts. In China there are many elaborate wood and marble carvings on display. Any time I see work like this, I have one thought, "that took a LOT of patience." Patience is something we lack in America. We value immediate results, but that leads to a lot of cookie cutter products. Only patience, LOTS of patience, can create a thing of such beauty.

just Sheri, an impatient American

Happy...Birthday!

2011-10-31T06:00:00.000-05:00

Today, is my dad's birthday. So, while many are celebrating a spooky holiday - this day means something different to me. Our recent trip to China was a birthday celebration for each of us - after mine and before his, but traveling to a foreign land together (one of our favorite things to do).

For those of you who started reading this blog in the last couple of years, you may not know, but Bob is my adopted dad. We made it legal about six years ago. At that time, Fiona threw us an adoption party. It was a special day and I am so grateful to have this man in my life. I love you, Bob!

just Sheri, blessed and celebrating

"Venice" of China

2011-10-26T06:00:00.000-05:00

Not far from Shanghai is an ancient water town. We took a tour. So glad we did!

Two of my favorite people on earth.

our "gondolier"

Fiona striking a pose.

Every day life happening around us. A lady doing her washing in the river as we pass by on our boat tour.

just Sheri, explorer on an expedition

Touring Shanghai on foot

2011-10-25T06:00:00.000-05:00

Our first full day in China was spent taking a walking tour of Shanghai. This is a city that was new to my dad and I. He came with a list of things to see written on a piece of paper. Our tour guide, Fiona, did her best to show us those that made the top of her list. Here is a sample of what we saw on our tour...

Yuyuan Garden

Just outside the gardens is shopping, eating, and crowds. Though I am told this is not crowded. We came just after a long holiday, which means most folks had to return to work and this was only the remnant. Can you see the small Starbucks sign on the left?

The city was calling to us from the distance. That was the next stop.

Museum at the Pearl Tower
There were a couple of sites that earn honorable mention at the museum.

This is an ancient bridal carriage. Very ornate. Likely heavy. The bride had to be teeny-tiny to fit inside. A must see in person as photos don't do it justice.

The museum curators had set up scenes of ancient China throughout the museum. They fenced these off with short iron gates and put up signs asking people not to disturb the display.

I guess the locals believe that message is for everyone else (though written in their language). At each display there were locals jumping the fence and making themselves part of the scene. I took a picture of them taking a picture of themselves in the display. Ahhh, China!

The Bund (a.k.a. financial district of Shanghai)
You may look at these buildings and think, "I wasn't expecting buildings like this in China. Those look more European." You'd be right. Back in the day when international trade happened through ship ports, Europeans built this on the water front for trade purposes. Today, it houses financial institutions, hotels and high-end shopping. It is a major tourist attraction for the city - glad I got to see it first hand.

just Sheri, enjoying the role of "tourist"

I went to China and I saw...

2011-10-24T06:00:00.000-05:00

Red lanterns. Lots and lots of red lanterns.

An iconic building. The Pearl Tower. A symbol of Shanghai.

Chinese writing...on sidewalks, buildings, and even a Snickers bar from the airport. (hand modeled by Fiona)

Local markets. (The only shopping I actually enjoy.)

Fishing in the middle of a park in the city of Wuhan.

People that I love - despite the miles between us.

Signs that make me laugh. Someday, I hope to get a good photo of footprints on the toilet bowl. This was the next best thing - a sign telling people not to stand on the toilet seat.

"Indigenous food."

These scenes were experienced with my favorite travel buddy by my side, from beginning to end. My dad - an exceptional man who is dear to my heart.

just Sheri, a jet lagged traveler with a happy heart

sister-friends

2011-10-04T06:24:00.000-05:00

My life has been blessed with an abundance of rich friendships. There are women in my life who are more than a friend, they are sisters born of the heart.

I have a sister-friend in Kansas City, whom I met while living there. We started, and finished, graduate school together - though at the start we were strangers. We share the same heritage and have carried each other through some terribly painful experiences over the years.

I have a sister-friend in Dubai, who is Egyptian, but I met her when they first moved to the USA about 10 years ago. We had an instant bond, she originally thought I was from her country. She has experienced so much diversity, but has kept the sweetest spirit - she is always a blessing to me.

I have a sister-friend who is Aussie, currently living in Australia, but we met when living in Cambodia; we shared an office, lived in the same building, and basically did EVERY thing together. We share a passion for the developing world, we are hooked on adventure, our life paths have led us away from both - it is a gift to have someone to share in the challenges of transition.

I have a second Aussie sister-friend (purely coincidental). We met when she immigrated to the USA. We bonded while serving side-by-side to share God's love in practical ways. In our wedding in India, she played the role of my sister in the ceremony. This sister-friend currently lives in China.

What is amazing to me is that the distance has not broken our bond. We have lived apart for years, but my love for them is deeper than ever. Through the wonders of technology we still share the highs and lows of life. Sometimes Skype even provides a video chat. Any one of these friendships in my life would have been a blessing...but I have been showered with the blessing of many sister-friends.

I share this today, because I am leaving to China this week to visit my Aussie sister-friend who lives there. This trip is a birthday present from my dad. Before marriage, he was my travel buddy. We have seen many places together (mostly on the continent of Asia) and walked countless miles. This is our first trip together since I have been called "wife."

It is going to be a special time. I will be soaking up every possible moment. I likely won't be blogging regularly. There may be some random tourist posts that pop-up from time to time in coming weeks, but that will only be as I am able.

I'll catch up with you all later. For now, I am living life off-line.

just Sheri, blessed

Everyday Heroes: generosity for a stranger

2011-10-03T06:00:00.000-05:00

I heard a story on the radio recently that is worth repeating.

There is a family somewhere in America who has been struggling with unemployment. Both parents lost their jobs within a few months of one another. They have continued to look for work, but nothing has materialized for TWO years!

They used their severance to pay bills. When that ran out they tapped savings, then retirement. They have depleted their resources and have been unable to pay the mortgage on their home. This is not an uncommon story in the USA these days. What happens next is uncommon and is the reason for this post.

This families story was featured on the news during a report on the economy. A stranger was sitting in their living room watching the news report. The stranger didn't think, "wow, that's awful. I am glad that's not me (or us)." Something about the look on the teenage daughters face in the unemployed family moved this stranger to action.

The stranger is a father, a business owner - and the business is doing well. This man who was sitting in his comfortable home watching a news report, decided to do something. Do something - he did. He committed to pay the mortgage for this family. Not just so they don't get kicked out right now. He is going to pay the mortgage for TWO years!

WOW!

just Sheri, awed by the generosity of a stranger

NOTE: The Everyday Heroes series is intended to draw attention to kindness. It's purpose is to share stories of normal people engaging in acts of kindness. Why? Because I believe kindness is what changes the world.

oral health: unintended sacrifice

2011-09-30T06:31:00.000-05:00

In case I haven't mentioned it enough, Kenyon and I moved back to the U.S. late last year after serving as missionaries for a short time overseas. We made some intentional sacrifices in choosing that life. We continue to choose some intentional sacrifices. However, we recently learned that there were also some unintentional sacrifices.

Kenyon and I had excellent teeth before moving overseas. No cavities. For me, it was the blessing of genetics as I was not the best at caring for my teeth. Medical care is difficult to come by in the places we lived recently - not available to the masses, and what is available is expensive. We had medical insurance, but it mostly covered catastrophic occurrences and included medical evacuation just in case. Dental was a luxury unavailable to us. Our medical coverage didn't cover us in the US, so even when we came home on leave it was unavailable.

Fast forward to the present, we have each seen a dentist in recent weeks. The news was surprising. Kenyon has double digit cavities. I have fewer, but one will require a root canal. Ugh!

My dentist tells me it is a combination of things that caused this. Her suggestions were tied to the water we drink while living overseas. Foreigners can't drink the water in most places, because it would make us sick. Thus, we had a purified water dispenser in our home for drinking/cooking water. Apparently what was supposed to keep us in good health had an unintended consequence - bad for oral health. I am told by my dentist that the lack of fluoride, plus the existence of iodine in the water was the winning combination.

Her suggestion was to take fluoride tablets with you and add them to the water bottles. Now if only I had that bit of knowledge a few years ago. It wasn't in our orientation packet or any book I read in preparation.

I share this for my friends still serving around the globe and for those considering a long-term stay - add fluoride tablets to the packing list, your teeth will thank you.

just Sheri, about to schedule a root canal

lychee fruit

2011-09-29T06:22:00.000-05:00

Would you eat this?

Apparently most Americans shy away because of the spiky outer shell. But, tear in to that and there is a sweet, refreshing fruit in the center. I had my first lychee fruit in Thailand many moons ago. I have eaten many over the years and became fond of the juice too. On a hot day in the tropics, it is refreshing! Thankfully I can still get them at my favorite grocery - Global Foods. I am attracted to them now because seeing one produces fond memories of far away lands...I have yet to experience Cambodia hot outside of Cambodia.

Recently I was hanging out with a group of people. One of them from India, one from Laos and two Americans. I was one of the two Americans. The Indian had tried to introduce lychee to his American friend. But the friend wasn't having it. Myself and the Laotian encouraged him to get past the exterior, because what is inside is tasty.

My fellow Americans hesitancy did make me question who was the first person to discover the gem inside the lychee? I certainly wouldn't have tried it solo. I tried it because I watched others eating it and I was curious.

Have you eaten a lychee? did you like it? would you be willing to try it?

just Sheri, still loving the fruits of the tropics

Albert Schweitzer on life choices

2011-09-28T05:58:00.001-05:00

"Only a person...who has no thought of heroism but only of a duty undertaken with sober enthusiasm, is capable of becoming the kind of spiritual pioneer the world needs. There are not heroes of action - only heroes of renunciation and suffering. Of these there are plenty. But few of them are known, and even they not to the crowd, but to the few..."

Sacrifice. Consistency. Virtue. I have had the privilege of meeting many individuals across the globe who exhibit these traits. These are the unsung heroes that are changing the world.

just Sheri, grateful for the dedication of others

birthday celebration(s)

2011-09-27T07:12:00.001-05:00

I celebrated a birthday this weekend...well, I actually celebrated ALL weekend even though it was only supposed to be one day (Sunday). Thanks is due to my wonderful family and friends for making this a special birthday.

I returned from a work trip on Friday night. What greets me? Presents! My mom and dad had each sent me something from New Mexico - my mom sent a giant box. It was sitting in the entry way and it was a great surprise...like Christmas in September.

In fact, she spoiled me rotten as she also had flowers delivered to our door - arriving Saturday. I LOVE flowers!

Also on Saturday my student surprised me with a homemade cake. It was pretty enough to decorate a wedding table - and tasty too!

Saturday night was the only planned event. Kenyon had invited a few of my girlfriends to join us for dinner. Phim made the dinner party extra special. When we arrived, there was a large "Happy Birthday" balloon and my second bouquet of flowers for the day - happy flowers.

She also had a gift basket of some of my favorite Asian foods - tropical fruits like mangoes and lychee. She included ingredients for Pho, green curry and panang. I tore in to the lychee before we even ordered food. Mmm....

This is my friend Vanessa. You may recognize her from a previous post. We met when she was a graduate student at KU and I was working there. That feels like an eternity ago. A lot has happened since then! She is from Brazil and has been in the DC area on a short term work contract. This was her last weekend in the DMV. I am soooo glad she came to celebrate with us. I am going to miss her, it was such a treat having her close.

If I am going to get two bouquets of flowers in one day - why not two cakes?

The celebrations continued in to Sunday with a lesson in "indigenous" green curry preparations - then a feast while watching the premiere of my favorite show - Amazing Race. Monday I was still getting presents. The most surprising was from one of Kenyon's co-workers. A woman I have never met gave me a gift I love - a book. I love books, probably even more than I love flowers. I got a lot of love by email from all over the globe. How I miss the precious people I have met along the road.

Last year, we celebrated at a Thai restaurant in Maputo, Mozambique with some of my missionary friends and national colleagues. A lot has changed in a year!

just Sheri, another year older

Vietnamese Coconut Dessert - WOW!

2011-09-23T06:00:00.000-05:00

My student continues to expose me to Vietnamese cuisine.

Last week she shared with me the most amazing thing - a coconut dessert. It was like a party in my mouth. I don't know what she did to that coconut water to make it smooth like pudding with a gelatin layer. Then she froze it. She told me it is best cold. I was hooked by the first bite. Oh my! It was sooooo tasty!

I have told her that she must tell me how she made this wonderful creation. She promised to share her secret.

Affinity for coconut was an acquired taste for me, but now I LOVE it. Coconut in any form is wonderful, this is now top of my list - trumping the previous number one of coconut ice cream from Bangkok, Thailand or coconut shakes in Battambong, Cambodia.

just Sheri, grateful for the hospitality

Ugh! Ant problem!

2011-09-22T06:00:00.000-05:00

We have an ant problem in our apartment. They are everywhere. It irks me to no end.

This is not the first time we have had ants in a place where we lived, but my tolerance of the problem is at an all time low.

I had a flashback the other day to when we lived in Cambodia. The ant problem there was worse. My attitude was better. In fact, I just accepted it as part of life. We tried all kinds of ways to eradicate the ants - it was a futile effort. So, we learned to live with them. We had sealed off all our food, and still they would find their way in. So, my morning tea consisted of removing ants from the sugar. I wasn't bothered, I just dealt with it.

Why can't I seem to produce the same kind of patience for the ant problem here?

just Sheri, irked by the ants

encouragement to parents

2011-09-21T06:00:00.000-05:00

Study, after study, after study, after study shows that parents have a HUGE influence on their children. Children are listening even when they don't appear to be and they are ALWAYS watching.

I recently had a conversation with my mom that is worth mentioning. Why? Because it demonstrates that parents have incredible influence.

My mom was a VERY intentional parent in my childhood. She wanted me to be creative, a leader - and as a female to find my value in things other than appearance. How did she do this? She changed the words of children's songs to get her point across. She made up her own songs. She limited TV time and she complimented good choices. I had a lot of friends with incredible wealth, who's parents gave them everything their little hearts desired. We did not have means for that, so instead my mom taught me the emptiness of possessions and the value of character.

Who I am today is very much shaped by those lessons. A recent posts on this blog inspired this conversation...life without television. I learned this lesson as a young person. My life choices have reinforced it. It is not the only lesson I learned as a kid that has stuck with me.

Parents - don't be discouraged. You have incredible influence.

Proverbs 22:6
Start children off on the way they should go, and even when they are old they will not turn from it.

just Sheri, a product of the investment of others

Summertime in Virginia

2011-09-20T06:00:00.000-05:00

The weather is getting cooler here. Gone are the humid days of summer. Come are the cool nights (and sometimes days) of fall. This has me reflecting on the events of our summer. It has been packed full with...

Water side BBQ's

and picnics.

Wedding showers and engagement parties.

Lots of time outdoors - fishing, kayaking, farmer's markets, and an attempt at watching an outdoor movie at the National Harbor. I say "attempt" because it was cancelled due to technical difficulties,

so, we walked around and enjoyed the water front scenery instead.

just Sheri, enjoying the good life

possessed by possessions

2011-09-19T06:00:00.000-05:00

Anything you cannot relinquish when it has outlived its usefulness possesses you, and in this materialistic age a great many of us are possessed by our possessions. ~ Peace Pilgrim

I was afforded the opportunity to learn a valuable lesson. What's that? The freedom of liquidating all possessions in order to follow a dream.

Purging our possessions to move overseas was an exhausting process. I remember during one of the many sessions of going through "stuff," I was listening to Pandora when a song by Erykah Badu began to play. It is titled "bag lady." It is about letting go of emotional baggage, but it was VERY relevant to my circumstance at the time. Her message - let the bags go, pack lightly, don't let those bags hold you down. It was a revelation - purging = freedom.

At the end of the process, we were free - more free than I had been in my entire adult life. Free to go anywhere and do anything. Go. We did.

Now we are back. We are again accumulating stuff, though nothing near previous levels.

I have had a number of conversations with people since returning. Conversations about their dreams. I hear so many say, they cannot follow their dreams because of the stuff they possess..."I can't do that because I would have to sell the house"..."I can't go there because we have too much stuff"..."that isn't a possibility for me because I couldn't part with..." On and on and on. The stuff has a hold on their heart and is dictating their life.

Sometimes, in the quiet of the morning I look at our apartment. It is comfortable. I look at the stuff and I ask myself, "could I leave it all behind again?"

I pray the answer will remain "yes" all the days of my life. I don't want stuff to grab hold of my heart (and subsequently my life) the way it had in the past. I don't want to be possessed by my possessions.

This is not a post of condemnation, but one of reflection.

Could you leave your possessions to follow a dream, or is the stuff holding you back from pursuing such a life?

just Sheri, a sojourner at heart

culture shock: goose poop

2011-09-15T05:56:00.000-05:00

I get asked a lot if transitioning back to America has been easy or hard. Though I can speak the language, am familiar with the customs, and am living in my homeland - it has not been easy.

One thing that has emerged as a common thread of difficulty for me is to hear Americans complaining while they experience so much luxury. It is as if all the comforts have made them discontent with living. I don't often say anything, but inside I feel a sense of anger.

A few years ago someone asked me if the disparity I observed in my travels made me mad. I answered that it wasn't the disparity so much, but what makes me mad is to hear those who have so much complain - I'd rather they be grateful for their good fortune.

By contrast, that same year I met a family in Thailand who were living in a box made of scraps of stuff that other people threw away - some wood, sheets of plastic and cardboard. They had made a raised bed that the three of them slept on and were growing a small garden for food. They told stories of staying up all night trying to keep the rain out of their little home, while laughing about the experience. When asked how they were doing, her answer surprised me. She said they had enough, and that she is grateful to God that he had blessed them with enough. That warms my heart - gratefulness, despite difficult circumstances.

There are days when I am reminded of my good life. For instance, these fake dogs made and sold to scare away geese who have come to cohabitate in our beautifully manicured and landscaped developments. I am surprised there is a whole industry for such things. I am surprised that so many have spent so much time trying to come up with a solution to the problem of geese visitors on human claimed land. Why does this make me appreciative?

On those days I think, "if that is the worst problem you have. You have a good life."

I do hope the good life is appreciated. I doubt the person who has to scoop up the goose droppings is thinking about their blessings...but, they are blessed. No matter what their circumstances, they have more than most of the world and in comparison to issues like civil war, vast famine, or oppressive corruption - goose poop isn't such a bad problem to have.

just Sheri, counting my blessings

what if God...?

2011-09-14T06:00:00.000-05:00

There is a second question that has been haunting me in recent months. I thought it appropriate to put it in a post following yesterday's question.

The first question is - am I living my life in a way that is consistent with what I believe or have the words lost their meaning?

For instance, "God is able to do..."

I do believe that God is able to do immeasurable more than we ask or imagine. He is alive and active. He can work miracles. I've seen it. I believe it.

I have some things I have been asking God for, some of them have been a persistent request for years. Do I believe he can deliver? Yes, or I wouldn't keep asking.

This leads me to my second question - what if God doesn't? Not because he isn't able, but because there is some other reason that I don't understand.

I want to be a mother. Previous attempts haven't worked out (including adoption, but not fertility treatments). A couple of weeks ago I went to a doctor to get checked-out. She says I am healthy and we should be able to have children. This news was a mixed blessing. We can, but it still hasn't happened. Why hasn't it happened? An answer to that question would provide some comfort, but it remains elusive.

Being a doctor she of course mentioned my progressing age - she actually said, "you aren't getting any younger and infertility does increase with age." Thanks, for that line of encouragement. She said if we are anxious to have children she would refer us out to a fertility specialist. At this time, that is not an option I am willing to pursue.

But, it leaves me asking my second question - what if God doesn't?

What if God never gives me a child - will I praise him anyway?

What if I never get to work internationally again - will I still serve him?

Is my faith strong enough to endure these disappointments? I don't know. I am trying.

I know so many who face life's disappointments - waiting for a breakthrough or fulfillment of their hearts deepest longing. I am sure they ask themselves similar questions.

I am trying to follow the example of Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego.

Daniel 3: 17, 18
"...our God whom we serve is able to deliver us from the burning fiery furnace, and he will deliver us out of your hand, O king. But if not, be it known to you, O king, that we will not serve your gods or worship the golden image you have set-up."

But if not....

Their choice was to remain faithful, even unto death. That was not an easy choice, especially when the outcome was not assured. In their story, God brought deliverance. But they made their choice before knowing the ending.

just Sheri, wanting to choose faithfulness despite disappointment

what if I...?

2011-09-13T06:00:00.000-05:00

I recently finished reading the book "Just Courage" by Gary Haugen, founder of the International Justice Mission. If you aren't familiar with this organization...you should be. They truly are a voice for those who cannot speak for themselves. The members of this group fight systemic injustice, often at great risk to their own personal safety.

Gary asks a lot of tough questions in this book. For instance, "would you rather be safe or be brave? You can't be both."

I finished reading this book a few months ago and have moved on to other readings, but there is a statement in the book that I can't get out of my mind. No matter how I try, I can't drop it and move on. It is haunting me.

Gary tells a story in the first chapter of the book about his days in law school. He was doing laundry and reading John Stuart Mill's essay "On Liberty." This essay was written in 1859. According to Haugen, the essay author is attempting to explain how words lose their meaning. He states that the best example of this is Christians:

"Christians, he [Mill]observed, seem to have the amazing ability to say the most wonderful things without actually believing them."

Haugen then provides a list of examples:

blessed are the poor and humble
it's better to give than to receive
judge not, lest you be judged
love your neighbor as yourself

I have come up with a few of my own examples:

God is able to do...
greater is He who is in me...
all things are possible with God
His mercies are new every morning

The question that is haunting me is a simple one - how would I live my life differently if I actually believed such things?

I am trying to implement those things as they come to mind. For instance, prayer is emerging as an active part of my life again (though still not reaching previous levels). Kindness remains paramount to daily living (though not where it should be). Where my actions are inconsistent with the above statements - I attempt to correct my steps (lots of corrective action still necessary).

Do you have examples of wonderful Christian sayings that seem to have lost their meaning?

just Sheri, reminded (again) of the value of living our truth

International Literacy Day

2011-09-08T07:50:00.000-05:00

Each year this date (September 8) is set aside to focus attention on worldwide literacy needs. I have posted about this topic recently here and here.

To be honest, literacy was not something I cared passionately about until I experienced it first-hand. I took for granted that I had been afforded educational opportunities. I was blind to my own privilege. Literacy first struck me when I was working at headquarters in a traveling job. One of the orphan care projects our department was involved with included literacy in the project activities. On one of my visits to Liberia to visit the work, I was standing in a field where families had spent grueling hours to cultivate the land. I was impressed by the amount of effort they had put in and how they were sharing their harvest with the vulnerable...but that isn't what left the biggest impression on me.

Not even close. I had an experience that day that left a permanent imprint on my mind and heart. It was given to me by this woman in the picture.

When asked what the project has meant to her, what difference it has made in her life? She didn't talk about food provision or vocational training, instead she said, "I am learning to read." She then described to me with such joy what that gift has meant to her well being and the difference it has made in the care of her children. She stood straight and tall, with dignity and a sense of accomplishment and spelled her name for me. I will never forget the look on her face (not captured in a photo, only in my mind's eye). It reduced me to tears. Just thinking about it still makes me emotional. That day, I witnessed the life changing power of literacy.

Then I was afforded another powerful learning opportunity. I lived in a foreign land where the alphabet looks like this:

I always found it beautiful to look at, like a work of art, but I had no hope of being able to read and understand it. I experienced the challenges of being illiterate - the struggles to get through daily tasks, the coping skills that must be developed in order to function, the feelings of vulnerability at not understanding and the frustration of it all.

I hope to NEVER forget these lessons that life has afforded me. It is why I give time each week to a student as part of the Literacy Volunteers of America program. It is why I am dedicating today's blog post to the topic of literacy.

Help someone learn to read, write or do arithmetic...you will change their life for the better!

Do you have a story about literacy that you would like to share?

just Sheri, no longer blind to my privilege in the area of literacy

life without television?

2011-09-07T03:00:00.001-05:00

Television has proved that people will look at anything rather than each other.

~ Ann Landers (1918-2002)

Some may think that in our modern world it is impossible to live without a television. Most homes in western civilization have not one, but many televisions.

For many years I lived without a television. I wasn't trying to make a social statement. Circumstances in my life had led to a place where there was no TV in my home and I just hadn't felt an urge to change that. In fact, I kind of liked not having one. I felt as if I had gained hours in my day...more time for rest or to do things that mattered. I felt soooo productive!

My dad came for a visit (when I was single and living in Kansas City) and decided this was a necessity I could not do without any longer, so he graciously bought me a TV. He would have paid for any TV my heart desired. Large flat screens were (and are) all the rage. I chose a 23". I liked it better because it didn't seem to dominate the room. I unpacked the TV, but it required a cable connection and I never quite got around to doing that. So, a few more years passed where a TV was set up in my home, but only operated when watching movies. After Kenyon and I got married, he moved in to my place. We got cable and I didn't like the results.

Once the TV was hooked up to some programming. Gone were the nightly dinners at the dining table. Gone was conversation over dinner. Time seemed to get away from me. I spent less time on things that mattered.

We have now returned to the States. The TV my dad bought those years ago was stored in my friends home while we were overseas. Once we moved in, it stayed in the box for months. It is now set up for video watching, but can't run any programming as we missed the free adapter phase of the digital implementation and don't have any paid programming set-up.

I feel no desire to change our circumstance in regard to television. We follow our favorite shows online - CSI and Amazing Race. I get the news through an app on my phone or online. Sometimes in the evening we will watch a movie rented from Red Box or the local library.

Without a TV in the home, I read more. I get outside. We converse more. We find other, more productive ways to spend our time.

Life without a TV was a product of circumstance before. I think it is going to become a lifestyle choice.

just Sheri, a journalism major (and American) with no working television

The Summit - unexpected influence

2011-09-06T03:00:00.000-05:00

Speaker: John Dickson

Have you heard of John Dickson? If not, it's okay, I hadn't either. One of the great things about the Summit is the wide variety of speakers - they come from all walks of life and all parts of the globe.

John is from Australia. He is a college professor, an author, and a Christian - which is rare in the largely secular Aussie culture. Now, some of my best friends are Aussie's. I will have the pleasure of spending time with one of them soon and being part of her families Australia Day celebrations. But, that is not the subject of this post.

John spoke on a topic I have been studying for years, actually over a decade. It is a topic that engages my mind with it's mystery and challenges me to the core of my being. What is it? Humility.

John was asked by his superior at Macquarie University to research the topic as part of his role in the Department of Ancient History. He went at it in a very scientific manner and his finding is worth noting.

Modern western culture does hold humility in high esteem, but that wasn't always the case. In the ancient Roman empire it was looked at as incredibly weak. Granted, there are still those in our modern time who hold this view; but I suspect they would still be disgusted by blatant arrogance which hints at some value given to humility. There was a time that I viewed humility as weakness. That has changed.

What changed the perspective an entire culture from looking down on humility to valuing it? John's conclusion is that "western culture is profoundly shaped by the cross of Christ. A teacher from Nazareth inspired a humility revolution." WOW!

Those who have been exposed to Christian teaching for a while should be familiar with the inversion principles of Christ's message. This one is nicely summarized in Matthew 20:24:

You've observed how godless rulers throw their weight around, how quickly a little power goes to their heads. It's not going to be that way with you. Whoever wants to be great must become a servant. Whoever wants to be first among you must be your slave. That is what the Son of Man has done: He came to serve, not be served—and then to give away his life in exchange for the many who are held hostage.

I love that an academic researcher of ancient civilizations found Christ's message of humility sparked a revolution that still influences our culture today.

He spent the majority of this talk at the Summit highlighting the benefits of humility in leadership. It was a convincing argument, but I don't have space to outline it here. If you are interested in learning more, he wrote a book on the topic titled "Humilitas." I have purchased the book. When I get through some of the stack I am currently working on, I will read this and possibly post a review on this blog.

John defines humility as "the noble choice to forgo your status, deploy your resources or use your influence for the good of others before yourself...the humble person is marked by a willingness to hold power in the service of others."

What do you think of John's definition of humility? Accurate? Is it missing something?

just Sheri, continuously discovering how much character counts

Blog updates

2011-09-05T03:00:00.001-05:00

I made some changes to the blog recently. I thought I would highlight them today.

At the bottom of each post, you can share via email, blogger, twitter, facebook, etc. I also added reaction buttons - click if you thought the post was funny, interesting, or cool.

I know from my stat counter that most people read this blog via RSS - that means there are a lot of voyeurs out there that read, but don't engage. If you are one who likes to engage, then these changes will help you to do that. If you prefer to remain a silent stalker, that is fine too.

just Sheri, creating opportunities for interaction

Everyday Heroes: active father's

2011-09-02T03:00:00.000-05:00

This summer I spent a lot of time outdoors. Many days in a week you could have found me exploring our new surroundings on foot...walking, walking, walking. I think walking is a great way to learn a place.

I noticed something on my walk-abouts...there were lots of dads spending time with their kids. I saw dad's fishing, golfing, playing tennis or riding bikes. One of my favorites was a dad following his daughter around the lake in a kayak. She went through the tall grass intentionally. He followed behind, trying to keep up.

Those dad's are creating a great foundation for their children to launch in to the world. They are creating a sense of safety and stability. They are fostering a sense of adventure...and of course modeling an active lifestyle.

Mom's get a lot of much deserved credit in raising kids. But, dad's are NOT insignificant. They play an important role too. I was glad to see so many active father's. I decided they deserve a nod of recognition because they are everyday heroes.

just Sheri, applauding from the side-lines (sometimes literally)

NOTE: The Everyday Heroes series is intended to draw attention to kindness. It's purpose is to share stories of normal people engaging in acts of kindness. Why? Because I believe kindness is what changes the world...father's giving their time and attention to their children is an act of kindness.

culture shock: talking to strangers

2011-09-01T03:00:00.000-05:00

I realized something recently. I can strike up a conversation just about anywhere...and it surprises me.

Apparently, I am getting better at overcoming my inability to engage in small talk. We have, after all, been in this country about nine months. My how time flies! I still have a huge gap in pop culture knowledge. However, I am not really motivated to overcome that hurdle. But, small talk isn't the topic of this post.

Lately, I have realized that while waiting in line at the grocery store or cafeteria. While sitting in a waiting room at an office, or really in any public space, I can speak with and understand anyone. This has not been my reality in recent years. I had become quite good at communicating using gestures and grunting, because I lacked the language ability to converse. If I was lucky enough to know a word for something I would use it, but my vocabulary was limited.

At the end of a couple of random conversations with strangers in recent weeks, I left thinking what a relief it is to be able to speak with and be understood by anyone.

I remember during the food riots last year in Mozambique what a frustration it was that I could only understand bits of the local news and little of the chatter on the street. I felt uninformed in important matters because of my weak language skills.

It is a gift to be able to strike up a conversation anywhere, without the barrier of language difficulties. Now that I am aware of this super-power, I may use it more often.

Do you talk to strangers?

just Sheri, suddenly conversational

a positive spin on the economic downturn

2011-08-31T03:00:00.000-05:00

It is impossible to get away from talk about the economy - impossible. It is every where. Daily. Stock market values. Unemployment rates. Housing prices. And on. And on. And on it goes.

While I have many friends who have been severely, adversely affected by the economic downturn. While the last home I owned lost value quickly due to the housing market bust and I had to sell it at a loss simply to get out of the six monthly payments I was making on it from a far away place. While much of the bad news is based in fact, not fiction...it isn't all bad.

When investing in my retirement account, I can actually buy whole shares of stock rather than just portions of it. In the 90's when I started investing in retirement accounts, I remember only being able to get fractions because of the high value.

When buying my first home around 2001, I remember being told by mortgage lenders that any interest rate under 10% was excellent. Now a home buyer would balk at such a rate. Low interest rates is another perk of a sluggish economy.

The area we now live is expensive. Five years ago, we would have NEVER been able to afford a piece of property or home here. Home values have dropped 55% since then. It sucks for those who are now upside down in their mortgage, but for a newcomer like me, this makes ownership more attainable.

Stocks, interest rates and home values were valued so high - it kept out many from my generation. For those of us who are now lucky enough to be employed, the downturn has made such luxuries accessible.

I don't share this with any disrespect to those who are suffering. Just to point out, that an economic downturn isn't all bad.

just Sheri, finding the silver lining

you never know...

2011-08-30T03:00:00.000-05:00

Last week I was floored by the wonders of technology...and God's provision for our needs. I received a friend request from a former colleague from across the globe. He asked if I remembered him. Of course I did, he was part of our leadership team for a large multi-national HIV prevention effort. I saw him many years in a row at our annual meeting and a couple of times in the field on one of my many world tours.

I suppose it is human nature to wonder if what we do makes a difference. I have felt that the time in my old life was cut short, prematurely. I have thought that it just wasn't long enough to have an impact. I needed more time to go deeper in relationships. More time to genuinely share life together - the highs and lows.

Then, unexpectedly, I receive an answer to a question I never asked out loud - was it worth it? Did it make a difference? Did it even matter at all?

It is rare that we get to know the impact of our efforts in Kingdom work...that is unless some kind soul tells us. This week I received that gift. There are lessons this individual learned from my words, and so many more he learned from observation when I didn't know anyone was watching. He told me that he has shared these lessons with many others since then. I had no idea. None. It left me in tears.

Through the wonders of technology, I received a communication from a far-away land that touched my heart and encouraged my soul...and reminded me of something VERY important.

I'm convinced that we can write and live our own scripts more than most people will acknowledge. I also know the price that must be paid. It's a real struggle to do it...It involves living a life of integrity, starting with making and keeping promises, until the whole human personality, the senses, the thinking, the feeling and the intuition are ultimately integrated and harmonized. Stephen Covey (born 1932 ) U.S. author, speaker, consultant, management-expert

Just so we are clear, I have not attained this goal. It is a constant, daily journey. It is a choice and a struggle against internal and external forces that pull in other directions. I share this publicly because I was reminded of the priceless value of a life lived with integrity. There are so many I have learned from, often through observation. I should tell them what the example of their life has meant to me...

What have you learned by watching others?

just Sheri, a work in progress grateful for encouragement

sardines with tomato sauce

2011-08-29T03:00:00.000-05:00

Once upon a time I would get a phone call or email and be on a plane to an exotic destination when something like a hurricane, flood, or earthquake happened.

In those days, I would work with a team to put together packets of food and non-food item necessities for families affected by such natural disasters.

There was a common item in our food packets. It was VERY popular with locals. It provided much needed vitamins and some protein. As well as a punch of flavor...and since it was a fan favorite it was a winning choice.

What is that item? Cans of sardines in tomato sauce by the case.

If you just said, "YUCK!" I second that motion.

I share this because all the recent talk about earthquakes and hurricanes had me thinking about disaster preparation. This common, and practical item, did not make my list as I am not a fan.

What items would you want around the house in event of a disaster? What's on your list?

just Sheri, picky even in an emergency

depending on the way the wind blows

2011-08-26T03:00:00.001-05:00

It has been an eventful week in the Commonwealth. First an earthquake. Now a hurricane.

Whether or not Irene hits our part of the US depends on which way the wind blows.

It just reminds me of how little we actually control in life...only illusions of control.

Psalm 91:2
Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty. I will say of the LORD, “He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.”

just Sheri, resting in the shadow of the Almighty

The Summit - pick yourself

2011-08-25T03:00:00.000-05:00

Speaker: Seth Godin

Seth is best known for his popular blog and entertaining public speaking. I have heard him speak before on Ted Talks. His talk at the Summit is the one that has been the most challenging to me personally.

Because Seth is a creative type, he talked about art. He defines art as; the risky human act of doing something you haven't done before.

He contrasts this with the concept of mass production. Mass production is made up of interchangeable parts and interchangeable people. That is not art.

He challenged the audience to figure out how to rise to the top and to solve interesting problems. He pointed out that the current mindset is that we only do what we are asked and we wait to get picked. His response: "pick yourself."

He also informed us that it is impossible to do art and always succeed. However, at some point, if you don't give up, you are going to do something worth talking about. Unfortunately, too many of us are looking for reasons NOT to put ourselves on the line.

Then he asked a question that woke me up.

Q: How many people would kill for your platform? What are you going to do about it?

To me, this was the moment of reckoning. I have a pretty big platform. I have seen a lot in my young life and been afforded unbelievable opportunities. In meeting with young(er) people, I know how many would love to have walked in my shoes (at least the highlight reel, likely not the day-to-day). Those experiences give me a platform - what am I going to do about it? To be determined, but stick around. This will come up again.

just Sheri, ready to put myself on the line (again)

The Summit - born unique

2011-08-24T03:00:00.000-05:00

Speaker: Honorable Cory A. Booker

"Don't let the world tell you who you are. Don't let it lull and seduce you in to mediocrity. You were born unique."

He told a fabulous story about when he showed up, as a young Yale Law graduate, on the doorstep of a world-changer living in the projects in Jersey, he promptly informed her that he was there to "help her." She taught him to see the world differently.

World changers don't see the world the way others see it. World changers see hope, love, and the face of God - even in difficult, blighted circumstances. World changers engage in daily acts of kindness to make life better for others. World changers never let the world outside dim the knowledge that God created them for a purpose.

"The world you see outside is a reflection of what's inside you."

He left the audience with a challenge: are you living your life in a way that shares your truth?

I had to answer, "no, not currently." But, I am working on remedying that now that I am unstuck.

just Sheri, adjusting my view

The Summit - ACT!

2011-08-23T03:00:00.000-05:00

Speaker: Len Schlesinger

Len has impressive academic credentials. He has had an impressive academic career. He is currently president of Babson College, the top business school for entrepreneurs in America.

Len spoke about our uncertain future and the unacceptability of the present. Then this business guru said the darndest thing - "you can't predicted the future, but you can CREATE it." His challenge to the audience is to make a brighter future, the kind we dream about.

How? Here is Len's prescription:

1. Take small steps. Start with what you have on hand - who you are and what you know. Once you take that first step and land on firm ground, then take the next, and the next.

2. Start with things you care about.

3. Bring others along.

That's it. Seems simple enough, right?

According to Len, "Small wins solve BIG problems."

What's holding you back? ACT!

just Sheri, concerned with the next step only

The Summit - unstuck

2011-08-22T03:00:00.001-05:00

There is one event on my calendar every year. One event I schedule my life around. I have made sacrifices over the years to make sure I am in attendance. This year it required some overtime at the office to get the work done as we are in a busy season. But, that doesn't matter.

I set this time aside each year to learn, listen, and be inspired.

What is this annual retreat? The Willow Creek Leadership Summit.

Usually, there is one or two speakers that encourage my heart or have me thinking new, deeper thoughts. That alone is worth the price of admission. But, this year was phenomenal! Every speaker left me with something significant to ponder. It was challenging and engaging.

Over the next few days I will share lessons from some of the speakers who's words have not left my head (and heart) since the event...over a week ago.

The biggest take-away for me personally, is to "press on." No speaker addressed this topic specifically, but the event sparked a new fire in me. I have struggled being back in the US. My heart was elsewhere. I felt out of place, uncomfortable, and sad. I loved so much about the old life. I used to tell people that I was one of the lucky ones, because I was living my dream/calling.

So, what happens when that is stripped away? I can tell you from experience that it is not a pretty sight. Tears and wallowing. Discontent and frustration. None of which is pleasing to God.

I was challenged to "press on." Though the past few years have been amazing, there is no reason that the future has to be bleak...unless I get stuck in my pity party.

This idea of pressing on comes from Scripture, Philippians 3:13-14 to be exact. The apostle Paul says:

No, friends, I have not achieved it, but I focus on this one thing: Forgetting the past and looking forward to what lies ahead, I press on to reach the end of the race...

I have been trying to hold tightly to the past. I can't move forward and keep doing that. I have to let it go and press on. I have to stay in the race, until the end. I have not achieved the goal. The best is yet to come.

just Sheri, looking forward

Unplugged

2011-08-17T08:39:00.000-05:00

I am spending this week quiet...in reflection. Trying to listen. I will likely return next week. Already I have learned so much that I am anxious to share.

Come back soon!

Courage...what am I afraid of?

2011-08-12T05:00:00.012-05:00

A few months ago I wrote about a song that was on repeat in my car. Fast forward to the present...it is still on repeat. It still brings me to tears. As I listen, I see the faces of so many that I met on my journey. Those whom I care about. I pray they are well and I want the best for them. A portion of the lyrics are below:

Your pain has changed me Your dream inspires Your face a memory Your hope a fireYour courage asks me what I'm made ofAnd what I know of love

This week I have been focusing a lot on the idea of courage. One of those faces has recently re-entered my life. His story is defined by courage. It leaves me asking myself - if in the same circumstance, would I have the courage to respond as he has? What am I made of? What am I afraid of?

I don't know the answers to these questions. But, I do know that my life has been blessed by those I met on the road and I am grateful when they stay in touch.

just Sheri, witness to courage

I've got joy

2011-08-11T07:50:00.001-05:00

This is the year of audacious joy. Since I chose that as the theme for the year our circumstances have improved, but difficulty and uncertainty have not disappeared. They have simply changed shape, taken on a new form in recent months. My happiness is not determined by these things.

We are living with a LOT more luxury and comfort than we have in recent years. My happiness is not determined by these things.

I have been learning the depths of truth found in Philippians 4:12

I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want.

This poetic statement was written from a prison cell. I am not living in that circumstance. (thankfully!)

I have noticed many times in recent months joy pouring out from the inside of me. Not because what I am doing at that particular moment is necessarily fun, but because something has changed on the inside. I hope to hold on to this and take it with me wherever I go. I hope it becomes a constant in my life, rather than a sporadic event.

My happiness is NOT determined by circumstances. Neither is yours, whatever circumstance you are facing.

just Sheri, learning to be content

the little engine that could...

2011-08-10T05:00:00.041-05:00

I have decided that one of my responsibilities as a tutor is to share American culture with my student. What better way to do that than through a popular children's book?

On a recent weekday, two grown-ups sat in a library and read aloud "The Little Engine that Could."

I hadn't planned on it being a good opportunity to teach about the rhythm of the English language...nor old school words that aren't used that often anymore. My thoughts were rather shallow actually. Ahh, this is a popular children's book that adults still refer to often. That should be good.

We ended up having an insightful conversation about character qualities. She has the best questions.

Q: How would you describe the attitude of the little blue engine?

Optimistic. Do you know that word?

No. What does it mean?

I wrote it down. Then wrote the best definition I could come up with without the use of a dictionary.

Optimistic: believing the best about people or situations. Believing that you can, even when it's hard or challenging. Believing the challenge is not too big.

The opposite of optimistic is pessimistic. Do you know that word?

No.

Pessimistic: believing that people are bad or situations are too hard. Viewing the challenge as too big.

The little blue engine was also helpful and kind. The little blue engine was confident that even though he had not tried to go over the mountain before, he could do it.

How would you describe the attitude of the other trains?

Some of the other trains were arrogant, believing that they were too important to help the toys when they asked. Do you know the word arrogant?

No. What does it mean?

Arrogant...pause. I was not really sure how to define arrogance. Then I explained that when we say someone is "arrogant" it is not a compliment. I guess arrogance can be describe as being overly confident.

Yes. I understand. Too much confidence.

TOO MUCH confidence.

This is a good story. I am going to read it to my little sister. It has a good lesson.

just Sheri, reminded about character from a children's book

quotable quotes: leader as servant

2011-08-09T05:00:00.023-05:00

I have VERY strong opinions about how a leader should conduct themselves...and what a leader should not do. Max Dupree has a quote that summarizes my view of a good leader:

"The first responsibility of a leader is to define reality. The last is to say thank you. In between, the leader is a servant." ~ Max DuPree

There are far too few leaders who lead in this way - serving their team, acknowledging their efforts, looking out for others interests above their own. There are too few individuals who live their lives in this way.

Since returning to America, I have noticed the culture fosters a belief that we MUST look out for ourselves. We MUST get ours before someone else gets theirs. It is prevalent in business, as well as personal relationships. It is unfortunate as I believe the service in between is the most important part. The service in between is what produces true influence. The service in between is what changes the world.

just Sheri, noticing the value of servant-leaders

mid-career - whatever that means!

2011-08-08T05:00:00.000-05:00

I think I have reached a new stage in life. I am no longer an inexperienced novice. Nor am I a well-seasoned veteran. I am that strange in-between. I have some experiences under my belt, but I still have a lot to learn.

I think they call this "mid-career."

I started to realize this about myself when returning to the USA. The jobs I was looking at required a certain level of experience. I met the requirements. That is a new occurrence. It wasn't so long ago that I would have read the requirements and been under the preferred threshold. I might have considered applying anyway, knowing it is was a stretch, but believing the company should take a chance on me. This time I did not have to debate that question, it was more a matter of whether or not I thought the position was worth the effort.

I've also noticed that recent months have brought about another new phenomena. I have been spending a lot of time with young women answering questions, listening to their stories, and hearing about their dreams. They are asking me how to get there. What do I know? Not much. I could probably tell you what NOT to do.

These events have me questioning my placement on the growth curve - have I reached the dreaded "mid-career?" If not, yet, I am probably pretty close.

Is this a good or a bad thing? I am not sure.

just Sheri, wondering how I got here

Career in Philanthropy?

2011-08-05T05:00:00.002-05:00

Recently, I had to fill out a form. Probably for a doctors office. It had a question I have been asked before and often makes me pause.

Occupation.

I don't have a clue how to answer this. After years of trial and error on numerous customs forms and visa applications, I came to the vague description of "NGO manager." This assumes of course that the person reading the form knows that NGO stands for non-governmental organization. The whole thing wouldn't fit in the space provided so I settled for the acronym.

Now I work for a small office of three people and manage no one. What should I put in that pesky box?

I was told my new career is "philanthropy." Hmmm...that doesn't sit right with me. I feel the two words "career" and "philanthropy" don't match.

I have always viewed philanthropy as a way of being - concern for humanity, generosity or showing kindness to the needy. It is best when consistent in our lives...but as a career? That seems to taint it, somehow. It seems dirty to be getting something (pay, recognition, awards) from doing what is supposed to be about others. At least that is how I see it.

So, I am left with an unanswered question - what is my career? I don't know. Suggestions are welcome.

just Sheri, stumped

Gaylord at the National Harbor

2011-08-04T05:00:00.006-05:00

Also, at the National Harbor is a fancy hotel called the Gaylord with a beautiful view of the Potomac River. Kenyon and I took a dinner cruise on the Potomac to celebrate our first wedding anniversary...little did we know then that we would some day be living nearby. Ahhh, the unpredictability of life!

just Sheri, enjoying the view

National Harbor Farmer's Market

2011-08-03T05:00:00.003-05:00

The DMV has lots of options for farmer's markets. This weekend I visited the market at National Harbor. I go to our local farmer's market pretty often. I am hoping to make it the the farmer's market in DuPont Circle in coming weeks. And this is the short list.

just Sheri, (still) exploring

DMV?

2011-08-02T05:00:00.006-05:00

D-M-V. For the majority of my life these three letters have meant only one thing. What is it?

Department of Motor Vehicles.

This brings to mind long waits in ridiculous lines.

My new definition for D-M-V pretty much means the same thing, but a different kind of line and it is no longer an annual experience and instead a daily one.

What is the D-M-V?

DC - Maryland - Virginia

This is what the area we now live in is called. The lines are traffic...lots and lots of traffic.

just Sheri, a DMV resident

wish come true

2011-08-01T05:00:00.000-05:00

Last week, I posted about my desire to kayak. My first experience in a kayak was in Cambodia, during a girlfriend weekend at the beach. I instantly fell in love with sea kayaking.

After that, I tried it again...and again...and again. My last sea kayaking experience was in Malindi, Kenya. Yes, I have lived a charmed life full of exotic destinations and unforgettable adventures. I am grateful for these amazing gifts.

My love for kayaking grew over time. I have always liked river rafting, so this kind of reminds me of that.

This weekend, Phim made my wish come true. We rented a kayak and headed out on the water. Ahhh, it was as wonderful as I had imagined.

The big difference between this and my previous kayaking experiences is that this was on a water reservoir and those were in the sea. So, maybe you already see where I am going with this...but essentially I wasn't used to the stillness of the water, the lack of current. I kind of like being pulled out to the deep ends of the ocean and fighting the current with all my might to get to my destination. This was a calmer, more relaxing excursion.

For a girl who grew up in the high dessert, I have found a water sport I really like (that hasn't resulted in near death experiences that seemed to accompany my white water adventures). I am sure my dad appreciates this as prior to my last white water trip he said, "I was really hoping you had given that up, there is only so many times you can cheat death." Don't tell my dad, but rafting the Nile in Uganda is still on my bucket list. Someday...

just Sheri, enjoying the water sports

re-emergence of human trafficking

2011-07-29T05:00:00.000-05:00

I have never taken a job with a focus on human trafficking. However, this issue has emerged in every endeavor I have been a part of in the past seven years. To me, that speaks to the prevalence of this issue.

I have been writing on this blog about human trafficking since 2008. You can read those posts: here, here, here, here, here, here, and here. It is mentioned many more times, but these are the posts dedicated specifically to the topic.

In November I returned to America. Though I know that America is a destination point for humans that are trafficked and I am well aware that this is a global issue - I didn't expect to run in to it. Then BAM! There it was again, rearing it's ugly head.

Human trafficking appeared almost immediately when I started volunteering for the Community Foundation health research project. Someone suggested I include it in the report. I hadn't considered the possibility. I started asking around and the results were astounding. Yes, human trafficking was an issue of concern - even in Fredericksburg, Virginia.

At one interview I had an undergraduate intern with me. The interview subject worked for an organization helping individuals overcome substance abuse. Near the end of our interview I asked the question about human trafficking. Oh, the stories they had to tell! When we got back in the car, the intern was in shock. I told her I felt like I had robbed her of some innocence, simply by having her present during those graphic descriptions. She mentioned it for weeks.

The 2010 global Trafficking in Persons report states the need in the United States for education of law enforcement - how to recognize and address the problem. Given one local news story, I agree with that recommendation. One interviewee told me a horrible story of police behaving badly. Apparently, in an effort to crack down on prostitution local detectives were participating in sex acts with the accused. When asked why they behaved in such a manner, the detectives said the sex acts were necessary because the ladies "don't speak much English." The obvious question, at least in my mind, is - where did these girls come from? It would seem to me they were victimized multiple times - trafficked, sexually exploited, and then treated as criminals. I am not making this up, you can read this story in the Washington Post.

After I was made aware of the issue locally, I also learned that Virginia was forming an anti-trafficking task force. Good move. But, they were limiting the majority of activities to the big city of Richmond. That is unfortunate.

I have also learned that not all cops behave badly (thankfully!). In my new job I was told a story of an officer who rescued some girls from a brothel, and rather then prosecute them he worked to find them a safe place to stay. He enlisted the help of a faith-based youth residential facility. That facility has now taken on this issue as one of their own.

When discussions began with this youth facility and they mentioned human trafficking as one of their focus services, I shouldn't have been surprised. It seems to come up so often I should expect it by now. But, I didn't. The issue of human trafficking had, once again, found it's way in to my work.

just Sheri, beginning to think this is more than coincidence

P.S. One of the largest, and most effective, organizations addressing this issue right now is Polaris Project. Click on their logo to learn more about their work.

cultural experience: grass jelly drink

2011-07-28T05:00:00.001-05:00

My student has decided to share some cultural experiences with me. I embrace these opportunities, it was part of why I wanted a student from another place - so they could expand my horizons, and broaden my perspective.

Once she brought me home-made food. Recently, she brought me a new drink - grass jelly.

I wasn't really sure what to expect. Drinking grass hadn't been on my bucket list, nor did I think it would taste good. But, she assured me it was fine. After our meeting, when we had already said our good-byes I opened the can. The smell was unusual. I forged ahead.

The taste wasn't bad - sort of like root beer or strong tea. I kept drinking.

Then I was hit by a surprise - chunks. I suddenly discovered the "jelly" part of the drink. It included chewy squares of something. Again, not bad - just unexpected.

I finished my first can of grass jelly drink. Then I texted her my reaction, including the surprising chunks.

Her response, "LOL." She promised to bring me more items to taste test.

just Sheri, enjoying new experiences

beyond "survival"

2011-07-27T05:00:00.002-05:00

My work in recent years has been fully engrossed in survival needs - clean water, access to life-preserving medicine, shelter, food for the hungry, and recovery after disaster (natural or man-made).

Because the needs were so great, there wasn't much opportunity to focus on more developmental issues - education, rehabilitation, healthy lifestyles, and accommodating those living with disabilities.

I was recently asked - what do other countries do for those suffering with disabilities? I answered the question honestly. Those born with disabilities in less developed nations don't often live to see their first birthday. There aren't the same kind of legal and social systems set up to protect children, so no one steps in when a child is being starved to death. When they are gone, they are often not spoken of again. It isn't pleasant, but it is the reality of a survivalist circumstance.

I am now doing public health work in the developed world; where there are legal, social and clinical systems in place to help people beyond simply surviving.

I have mentioned in previous posts and tweets that I have been engrossed in site visits lately for work. It has been an interesting learning experience for me. First, I have had to change my mind-set. I am working on moving my "you are here" button.

I am not "there." I am here...it's amazing how difficult this concept has been for me to understand (or perhaps it's a matter of reluctance to accept this reality?). Here isn't just another place - it often feels like another universe. But slowly, slowly I am adjusting.

Second, I have been exposed to some learning opportunities in the public health sector that were not previously afforded me due to the ongoing focus on survival needs. For instance, I am learning about brain injuries and the rehabilitation services that accompany this issue. Due to our advanced medicine, more individuals survive a serious injury, but the result may be remaining brain injuries. There is a group working on this issue through community-based programming services. They are one of approximately 15 in the nation with this focus. But, they want to do more and focus on the neuro-behavioral issues that may accompany a brain injury - meaning acting socially inappropriate. These actions may have serious consequences, such as incarceration. I learned that in our nation 25-87% of inmates have a history of traumatic brain injury. There is an interesting article on this topic available here. Fascinating!

just Sheri, feeding my inner nerd

open door policy

2011-07-26T05:00:00.001-05:00

Do you remember that children's song about the church and the steeple? It was always accompanied by fun hand motions.

Here's the church...Here's the steeple...Open the doors and see all the people.

Over the years I have spent quite a few hours thinking about a particular question - what is church? I've come to a few conclusions.

1. Church is not a building, though that is the name we call it.

2. "The church" is made up of the last part of the rhyme - people.

3. Everything else is just a human creation; such as the building that houses the church.

I have had the privilege of attending church around the globe. This opportunity only further solidified these conclusions for me.

Church can be held anywhere, at any time. Church can meet under a tree. Church can meet in a basement of an office building. Church can meet in homes or schools. Church is not the building - it is the people. Which I think is pretty amazing.

The other thing I've learned is the people are not one type, make, or creed. The church is diverse; made up of different colors, languages and traditions. To me that means the God we serve is bigger than my geographic location or culture.

One of the major criticisms of "the church" is all the money poured in to facilities. It is expensive to construct a building, maintain it, and keep the lights on. The worst part is, that after all that expense the building is often used infrequently. That is an unfortunate circumstance. However, since I've been back in the US this has not been my experience.

The church we have been attending houses many gatherings throughout the week. We meet on Sunday mornings, but Tuesday night a Spanish church uses the building, Wednesday it is used to feed the needy, Saturday night a Ghanian church meets...and those are only the activities I am aware of. I love that!

In recent weeks I have been visiting community-based health programs for work. I have been VERY encouraged by what I have seen...

One local church has converted their basement to a small free clinic - equipped with a waiting room, office space, space for vital sign checks and exam rooms. In addition to providing space for the clinic, this church provides hospitality for those who come to visit the clinic through baked goods (including sugar-free varieties for diabetics), drinks, gift cards for medicine purchases, bus tickets and more.

A second church provides a sit down dinner for the homeless and coordinates with the free clinic and state run community service board to provide clinical services. This church buses in the homeless and many others come via public transport. Those who come sign-up for services. Throughout the dinner they spend time with a doctor to talk about health problems, get needed medicine, or speak with someone about ongoing mental health issues. This service is changing lives for the better. Equipping individuals to improve the circumstances of their lives.

A third church hosted a health fair - including rapid HIV testing, blood donations, blood pressure screening, and a mobile van to check eye-sight and hearing. The group providing the eye and hearing screenings, also provides treatment for those in need - paid by their generous volunteers.

The church is alive and active - using their buildings as a community resource.

just Sheri, loving the open door policy

Gone Fishin'

2011-07-25T05:00:00.000-05:00

Recently, Phim and I headed to a gun store that sold live bait. We bought our fishing license, some worms, listened to advice from the men at the shop who weren't used to seeing our type in their location...

We rented a small, motorized boat and headed out to catch some fish.

I really wanted to be on one of the kayak's...but that will have to happen another day.

The scenery was so beautiful and serene, until we came across these painted rocks. The local high school row teams had left their mark. What is it about young people and destructive behavior? There are other, more productive, ways to leave your mark on the world - but that is just my personal opinion.

We did get to see one fun bit of nature - a turtle, enjoying the water just like us.

Though we caught no fish, we did have a good time on a leisurely Saturday. I had told Phim that her dad, Lope, would have come home with a catch. He later asked if we had a successful adventure.

She said it was likely too late in the day and we'd need to go earlier next time.

His response, "you just need to know where the holes are."

Apparently, we lack that knowledge...at least I do.

just Sheri, a non-fisherman with a license

Can they tell?

2011-07-21T16:50:00.000-05:00

I have one major allergy in life - CATS!

We are well aware of the usual temperament of cats. We have sayings like - "Dogs have owners. Cats have staff."

Many of my friends have cats...and for some reason unknown to me I am the person the cat will come to. The shy cats, the finicky cats, the prima-donna cats - all will crawl right in my lap. It's as if they can tell...

I hear the cat owner often say, "he/she NEVER does this with anyone else" or "he/she is usually not like this."

Hmmmm....

If you have been following this blog for a while, you know there is a dream in my heart that goes unfulfilled. For all the experiences I have been afforded in life - there is one I long for, but cannot control. I want to be a mom. I wrote about this desire last year.

Another chlidless year has come...and gone. I am another year older and feel further away from realizing this desire. I am not writing this for sympathy (or pity).

I am writing because I have noticed a strange phenomenon. At grocery stores, restaurants, parks, malls and other public places. Young children often just come to me or start talking to me. Their moms usually apologize and say, "he/she doesn't usually do this" as they pull the child away.

It happens so often I am beginning to wonder - can they tell?

just Sheri, paranoid

Guest blogger: The Traveling Spouse

2011-07-20T12:32:00.000-05:00

Today, I am a guest blogger at Little Creek Life. My friend Athalia writes about life in the mountains on a five acre swamp.

I was asked to be part of a series on "Holding down the Fort." This series is dedicated to those leading a life of adventure...and attempting to overcome the struggles that come with it. My perspective was unique, as I was the traveling spouse, rather than the one being left behind.

just Sheri, hoping someone can benefit from my experience (and mistakes)

A sad day in my world...

2011-07-19T04:00:00.002-05:00

Borders' seeks approval to liquidate, close stores
http://m.apnews.com/ap/db_6775/contentdetail.htm?contentguid=JF30g4QI

Borders has been my favorite bookstore for over a decade. Apparently I am not main stream. First Circuit City (my favorite electronics store), then JC Penney Outlet, now Borders.

I often spend time on a weekend just wandering the aisles - now what will I do on a leisurely Saturday?

just Sheri, a misplaced consumer

Where am I?

2011-07-18T05:00:00.011-05:00

ANSWER: My favorite grocery - Global Foods.

This place is fabulous! Items from all over the world. Unique finds. A variety of people and languages filling the aisles. Sights (and smells) that I've only experienced on other continents. Entering the doors leaves me feeling as though I have suddenly left America and been transported to another space and time. Ahhh...

just Sheri, (still) loving diverse people and foods

Happiness is...

2011-07-15T05:00:00.003-05:00

A bouquet of fresh garden flowers from the local Farmer's Market.

Perhaps someday I will have a yard and can grow my own flower garden? Perhaps...

just Sheri, enjoying simple beauty

Demonstration Farmer

2011-07-14T05:00:00.001-05:00

In my old life as an international development worker I was involved in a few agriculture projects. The most effective projects would find individuals who had a knack for growing things. We would invest in them, teaching them about soil cultivation and new crops. Then ask them to invest in others. These individuals were called "demonstration farmers."

Saturday, I met a man originally from Thailand who would have (absolutely!) been selected as a demonstration farmer. However, he now lives in downtown Fredericksburg, Virginia. He is Phim's dad. His name is Lope. I am not sure if that is how it is spelled, but that is how it sounds.

Lope has turned a small plot of land in to an amazing garden. He has fruit trees, herbs of all sorts (including some exotic varieties), vegetables and more. The front of the house is also surrounded by an impressive wall of bamboo.

One of the most notable things about his garden is how "green" it is - and I am not just talking about the color of the plants. He uses natural fertilizers and other environmentally friendly tricks. He doesn't do this because it is trendy. He does this because this is the method he knows for growing a garden. He also has a number of reused materials. This is a garden seating area with a canopy of bitter melon growing over it, made out of scrap metal and chicken wire. It is beautiful and serene.

Phim and I had free reign of the garden. We could harvest to our hearts content. I was allowed because of my association with his oldest daughter. After wandering the garden for a few minutes, mostly admiring it and not picking. He told me to pick. Apparently I did not do well enough as he came to me with a load of fresh cucumbers and even offered a full basil plant if we dug it up. If only I had a place to put it...

I would love to learn gardening tips from Lope. Maybe someday that will be a reality. When we were happy with our bags of fresh vegetables and herbs, he equipped us for our next adventure that day - fresh water fishing.

I had to sneak this snap while he was sifting through his tackle box with his grandchild standing by. Phim's mom said the grand-baby likes to walk around without a shirt so they can be like their grandpa.

You can take the man out of Thailand, but you can't take Thailand out of the man. You can take the international development worker out of the field, but...

just Sheri, inspired

Fender Bender

2011-07-13T05:00:00.028-05:00

I have been meeting with my student for a few weeks now. For one of our lessons I had cut out photos from magazines. I chose things that I thought might interest her, or that I thought would help introduce American culture topics.

One of the photos was of a giant pick-up truck from a car advertisement. The discussion went in a direction I was not anticipating. She started asking me about car parts.

What is the compartment called between the two seats?

I don't know.

What is the space that some cars have in the back of the car between the window and the back seat?

I am not sure that has a name. I just call it "the very back."

She asked about stuff under the hood, in the interior, and along the outside. I wasn't much help.

Then she asked something I could answer. She pointed to a thing on the front of the truck.

What is that called?

The bumper.

Finally, something I knew! This encouraged me to keep going.

Do you know what it is called when one car bumper hits another car bumper?

No.

A fender bender.

Laughter. Confusion. Spelling. Attempts at pronunciation. Then...

I hope I never have one of those.

More laughter.

just Sheri, questioning my value as a tutor

Smart Car

2011-07-12T05:00:00.004-05:00

Shortly after returning from Africa, we bought a used car from Craig's List. The owner gave us a fabulous deal - thousands under blue book value...and nothing is wrong with it. In fact, he took excellent care of the vehicle and it should last us for many years to come.

One of the perks of this new-to-me vehicle is a sophisticated information panel in the dashboard. A few months ago it told me that my left, rear light had gone out. Wow, thanks for that information! I likely wouldn't have known until a police officer pulled me over and ticketed me - this was a much better way to find out. My handy-husband bought the inexpensive part and fixed it. The warning went away.

I have been driving all over the county in recent weeks for site visits at work. It has been a lot of fun for me to get out of the office, away from my desk, and be in the community meeting people.

Well, on my way back from a meeting the warning light went off and the information panel said "low tire pressure." I called my handy-husband. He found which tire was loosing air and then found a piece of metal lodged in the tire. We got the problem repaired for a whopping $12.10 by a helpful man at the Walmart tire and lube.

I was (and still am) so grateful for this sophisticated information panel. Why? The two days following this repair I was going to be on the road the entire day - traveling many miles. Kenyon was going to be at work, working 12-hour shifts (minimum) in another (but neighboring) county. What if my tire had blown? Kenyon could not have come to help me and the fix would have been much more expensive. I am told by mechanics that we would have had to replace all four tires because the vehicle is all-wheel drive and the cost would have been nearly $1,000.

That is an ugly alternative.

just Sheri, awed by the wonders of technology