Fear, Anger, And Judgement.

Ok. Today I’ve got several topics, but bear with me. They’re all related. I promise. 

So. The first topic is fear. I’ve talked a little bit about fear before. And I can honestly say it’s never really been something I’ve struggled with. One of my favorite past times is laughing in the face of things most people would find terrifying. The few things that I have been afraid of I’ve tackled and conquered. Does this mean that I live without fear? Not necessarily. I’m just particularly good at putting on a brave face and pushing past the fears. 

I want to look at fear in several different situations. The first being a situation that I’ve become exceedingly familiar with over the last year and a half. Fear in birth. Let me tell you a story.

At the end of January, right after my last blog post, I got a text from one of my continuity patients. I’ve been her midwife since the beginning of her prenatals. Her English was really good and she and I were really able to talk a lot about birth and what to expect in labor. I built strong relationship with her and she trusted me. So she texted me to tell me that she was in labor and was coming in to the clinic. I put on scrubs  and waited for her in the birth room. She arrived about 45 minutes later and I checked her in. All of her vital signs were normal. I did an IE and she was 7cm dilated. I figured that since it was her first baby, she’d be at least three or four more hours. So she and I sat down and talked about what was happening and what was going to happen. We talked about different positions for laboring and pushing. I told her that it was all up to her. She could labor however she wanted and push in any position other than standing on her head. 

So she labored outside for a little while and then after about 15 minutes came in to use the bathroom. When she was done, I noticed that she stayed in the bathroom, just forward leaning against one of the walls so I just went and stood with her and talked to her. 

Not once did she cry or make any loud noises. Every once in awhile she’d say that the contractions were kind of painful. She kept asking how she would know when to push. I told her that her body would let her know and it would probably be pretty obvious. Usually the women here have a strong urge to push rather early on in their labors. She and I stood there for probably 45 minutes. I rubbed her back and told her birth stories. Then, she looked at me and said “Ash, I think I feel the head!” 

It was only an hour after I’d checked her, so I doubted that it really was the head, but I checked anyways. I knelt down and she lifted up her skirt and sure enough, I could see about 2cm of the baby’s head! I calmly looked up and said “I think we should go back to the bed now.” She walked slowly to the bed. Waited a moment for her mother to get there and then took about a minute and a half to decide what position she wanted to push in. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity to me, she decided on squatting. She got into a half squat and I could see about 5cm of the baby’s head. I put my hand on her belly and when she had a contraction I told her to push. She pushed twice and the baby slid out. She sat on the bed, I put her baby into her arms, and she began nursing almost right away. She never had an urge to push. Never said it was unbearably painful. Never once complained. 

She trusted me. She wasn’t afraid to give birth. She knew I was going to take care of her. She didn’t fully understand every last thing that was happening, but she knew that I (technically) did. Her trust in me allowed her to relax, focus on her labor, and give birth without fear. And so she followed my instructions and had the best birth I have seen in a year and a half.

Now, I contrast this to many of the women I see every day. Women who beg to go to the hospital because it’s too painful. Women who scream and cry. Women who are so scared and nervous that they’re throwing up. Women who can’t cope with labor. Why? Because of fear. Because they don’t have a loving, trust filled relationship with their midwife.

This can be likened to our relationship with God. Often times He asks us to trust Him, even though we may not understand everything that is happening. He wants to help us, but in order for that to happen, we have to give Him our full trust. Sometimes it’ll be hard and painful. But if we are in fear and don’t trust Him fully, we amplify our pain. We work ourselves up until we can’t cope. 

Trust in God ties in to my next point. Anger.

Here’s my big thing about anger. It usually does no good. People who know me know that I almost never get angry. Frustrated? Yes. Snarky? Yes. Sarcastic? Yes. Angry? No. Not usually. However, on the occasion that I do get angry, it’s pretty scary. I’m a screamer. Occasionally I throw things. It’s something I’m working on.

But anger has never accomplished anything for me other than make me cry so hard that I threw up. 

We’ve been having lots of trouble with our router lately. I have to reset it several times a day, sometimes several times an hour to keep the internet working. It’s especially frustrating when I’m trying to talk to someone far away. Today, as I was reseting the router for the umpteenth time, one of the girls from the other house (their internet is fine)asked me how I do it. She said “I don’t get how you don’t get so mad about it. I couldn’t reset it all the time and not get angry.” 

I thought about it for a moment and then said, “Well... we’re working on getting a new router. And getting mad at this one isn’t going to accomplish anything. It’s just a piece of machinery. Getting mad isn’t going to make it work faster or better. Getting mad is just going to make me mad and then no one will want to be around me.”

It’s true. Anger won’t make anyone or anything work harder or better or faster. It just makes you no fun to be around. 

However, there is a time and a place for anger. Even Jesus got angry.

Here’s the other thing about anger. It’s a human response. And as humans, we are going to respond in human ways. Getting angry every once in awhile, even if it’s an irrational or unjustified anger doesn’t mean you’re not having faith. Anger is an emotion and with any emotion you have a choice. You say “Ok. This is a natural response to this event. I can let this emotion get out of hand or I can feel this emotion for a moment and then it can go away.” Do I get mad at the router? Oh yes. I wrote an entire song about it. Sometimes, I want to throw the router through our concrete walls. Do I? No. Just because I’m angry doesn’t mean I have to act on it or hold on to it. 

Here’s another example. A friend of mine is traveling in Europe right now. He told his bank that he’d be in Europe and they said it was fine, they wouldn’t freeze his credit card. Well, today, they froze his credit card. And it’s Friday. They won’t be open until Tuesday. And they don’t have a phone number that he can call and reach someone at until Tuesday. He’s stranded in Europe with no money at all. He’s flat broke. Was he angry? Yes. It sucks when you’re broke in a foreign country. He is not, however, scared or worried. He knows that God is in control. That’s faith right there if you ask me. Things didn’t go as planned. But instead of freaking out, he said “Ok God. It’s in your hands.” And then he moved on. Is he still angry? Probably. But he chose to not dwell on his anger and to make the best of a bad situation.

Anger is a natural response in that situation. When you’ve specifically been told that something will not happen and then it does, anger is the human response. Is it a wrong response? Only if your reaction to the anger is to go home and cuss out your bankers. Only if you dwell on your anger and let it dictate your response. Only if you let it control you.

And now, I will talk about hate or judgement. 

What does dwelling on your anger cause? Hate! What does fear cause? Judgement. Awhile back, I was reading through Romans and a verse really popped out at me because it dealt with a situation I was in at the time. Romans 14 says: (I’ve bolded the parts that really stood out)

1 Accept him whose faith is weak, without passing judgment on disputable matters. 2 One man’s faith allows him to eat everything, but another man, whose faith is weak, eats only vegetables. 3 The man who eats everything must not look down on him who does not, and the man who does not eat everything must not condemn the man who does, for God has accepted him. 4 Who are you to judge someone else’s servant? To his own master he stands or falls. And he will stand, for the Lord is able to make him stand.

5 One man considers one day more sacred than another; another man considers every day alike. Each one should be fully convinced in his own mind. 6 He who regards one day as special, does so to the Lord. He who eats meat, eats to the Lord, for he gives thanks to God; and he who abstains, does so to the Lord and gives thanks to God. 7 For none of us lives to himself alone and none of us dies to himself alone. 8 If we live, we live to the Lord; and if we die, we die to the Lord. So, whether we live or die, we belong to the Lord.

9 For this very reason, Christ died and returned to life so that he might be the Lord of both the dead and the living. 10 You, then, why do you judge your brother? Or why do you look down on your brother? For we will all stand before God’s judgment seat. 11 It is written:

“‘As surely as I live,’ says the Lord,

‘every knee will bow before me;

every tongue will confess to God.’”

12 So then, each of us will give an account of himself to God.

13 Therefore let us stop passing judgment on one another. Instead, make up your mind not to put any stumbling block or obstacle in your brother’s way. 14 As one who is in the Lord Jesus, I am fully convinced that no food is unclean in itself. But if anyone regards something as unclean, then for him it is unclean. 15 If your brother is distressed because of what you eat, you are no longer acting in love. Do not by your eating destroy your brother for whom Christ died. 16 Do not allow what you consider good to be spoken of as evil. 17For the kingdom of God is not a matter of eating and drinking, but of righteousness, peace and joy in the Holy Spirit, 18 because anyone who serves Christ in this way is pleasing to God and approved by men.

19 Let us therefore make every effort to do what leads to peace and to mutual edification. 20 Do not destroy the work of God for the sake of food. All food is clean, but it is wrong for a man to eat anything that causes someone else to stumble. 21 It is better not to eat meat or drink wine or to do anything else that will cause your brother to fall.

22 So whatever you believe about these things keep between yourself and God. Blessed is the man who does not condemn himself by what he approves. 23 But the man who has doubts is condemned if he eats, because his eating is not from faith; and everything that does not come from faith is sin.

Verse 22 really stood out to me. Keep whatever you believe about these things between you and God. If there is something that is not a fundamental salvation issue and you and someone else disagree on it, keep it to yourself. Don’t try and force them to believe what you believe. If they only eat vegetables and you eat meat, don’t force them to eat meat. However, don’t flaunt your bloody steak in their face either. Don’t judge them just because they don’t agree with you. And if they’re a super traditional uptight Christian who tries to force you to hold to their standards because listening to non-Christian music is a sin? Don’t judge them. Keep your opinion on the matter between you and God. The man who eats everything must not look down on him who does not, and the man who does not eat everything must not condemn the man who does, for God has accepted him.

So let’s recap. If you are fearful, angry, and judgmental you’re gonna be pretty miserable. Basically:
Fear is the path to the dark side.
Fear leads to anger
Anger leads to hate
Hate leads to suffering

Yes. I just wrote a blog post off of a Yoda quote. Guess who went and watched StarWars in 3d last week?

May the force be with you my friends. 

Religion and/or Jesus

Watch both of these before please:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=Ru_tC4fv6FE

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=1IAhDGYlpqY

I watched both of those two videos today. I agreed with them both even though they seemed slightly contradictory. First, let’s define the issue. Religion. 

Religion is defined in the dictionary as: a set of beliefs concerning the cause, nature, and purpose of the universe, especially when considered as the creation of a superhuman agency or agencies, usually involving devotional and ritual observances, and often containing a moral code governing the conduct of human affairs.

The first man says he hates religion. Let’s replace religion with another term, possibly even a phrase because it seems to me that the above definition isn’t what he’s talking about. Let’s go with self-righteous, empty works that are often found in the church that are performed out of fear. In fact, let’s just replace religion with fear.

The second man says he loves religion. Once again, let’s replace it with another term because what he is talking about doesn’t really fit the above definition either. Let’s go with following the instructions that Jesus gave us out of love. Let’s replace religion with love.

So. One man hates fear. The other loves love. Fear is the opposite of love. The two men have different definitions of religion, but in the end, they are saying the same things. One is coming at the issue with a glass half full perspective, the other a glass half empty perspective. Same glass. Same amount of fluid. Same message. 

What one man calls religion, I call fear. What the other calls religion, I call love.

Following Jesus is doing as He asked out of love, not out of fear.

I hate religion. I hate bigotry and empty works and hypocrites and self-righteousness. I hate judgement and hatred. I hate fear.

I love religion. I love following what Jesus has asked me to do. I love feeding the poor, clothing the naked, holding a lost and dying world. I love love. 

So. 

Faith And Science

3 am. You know what time it is? Blog time!

So I know it’s been awhile. Nothing exciting has happened, I promise. I went to the beach for Christmas. Made the other two girls I was with mad cause I used all the hot water... hehe. 

Let me see... I’ll tell some more birth stories. So. My last two catches were pretty cool. The first one, on the 10th, came in fully, ready to push, baby right there. We almost transported her because she was 42 1/7 weeks. But I did an IE and the baby was right there. She pushed well and delivered my smallest baby yet. 4 lbs 10 oz. 

So then, two days later, I was last up, but it was a busy shift so I got a labor anyways. She was in a lot of pain, but really sweet. She and I talked a lot about labor and how it all works and what was going on. She ended up giving birth on her knees, leaning forward onto the bed. It was a really good birth. They named the baby Micah Fay. After the birth, my patient and I talked over everything that happened and really just processed together. She and her husband gifted me with a bag of fruit. It was a very, very good birth. 

Shhh! I'm balancing my chakras!

I’ve started doing more yoga. I’ve noticed an improvement in my posture and flexibility. Hopefully I’ll be able to do the splits by the time I go home! I’ve also been making a point of eating more vegetables. I’ve actually been doing a really good job with that. I’ve found a few recipes I like. I can’t say I’ll be going vegetarian any time soon, but I am well on my way to liking veggies a lot more than I used to. 

Oh my goodness. I can’t think anymore. My allergies are acting up so my brain is all stuffy. I’ve been taking more vitamin C and drinking immune system boosting green tea, so hopefully that will help. If my nose keeps running like this I’m going to have to enter it into a marathon. 

Ok. It’s no longer 3 am. It wasn’t allergies. I have a cold. Full blown, stuffy nose, sinus pressure, aches and pains. Eww. It’s miserable. I’ve been taking vitamin C and drinking lots of tea. I took some Benadryl earlier, but it doesn’t seem to be helping all that much. It’s always lame when you’re sick enough to feel bad, but not sick enough to stay home from work. 

It’s only 4 months until I graduate and then 6 until I head home. I can’t believe it’s so close to being over. It seems like I just got here yesterday. My mom was asking me the other day if anything surprises me anymore or if everything just seems normal. I can definitely say that everything seems so normal. You get used to things, the heat, the bugs, the food, the culture. After awhile, none of it phases you anymore. It’s weird. 

Pictured: Not Falling

Despite being sick, today is a good day. My spirit feels happy. Sure, physically, I’m kind of miserable. But inside, I just feel so happy. I blame Jesus. Hehe. I think part of it is that I need strength right now and the joy of the Lord is my strength. Right now my two choices are be happy or fall to pieces. I have to run so I don’t fall. One of my favorite authors wrote a short essay about a foal she once saw. It was six days old. She talked about how wobbly the foal was, too wobbly to walk. It had to run or else it’s legs would give out and it would fall. Sometimes, momentum is the only thing keeping us upright. 

That makes me think of physics. Think about it. The only thing holding us on to the surface of the planet is the spin of the earth, moving at 1000 miles per hour as we careen through space at 67,000 miles per hour in a solar system that spins at 885,139 miles per second in a universe that is nearly infinite and still expanding. The only thing that holds us together is the G-force. Ever been on one of those spinning fair rides? Like the teacups that smash you against the wall? It’s like that, but on a much huger and faster scale. So that’s it right there. We’re all smashed up against the wall of reality on a giant, cosmic fair ride. Insanity. Divine insanity. I love it.

You are... here?

I don’t know if that made any sense to anyone at all. But I like the way it sounds. That’s what happens when I read about physics. It doesn’t always make sense to me, but I like it. 

Cosmic Sciency Death Machine?

Now, back to the whole rotation thing. If we were to stop moving, if the solar system stopped rotating, if the earth stopped going around the sun or stopped spinning around and around, we’d all fall off. We’d float away into space like untethered astronauts. Gravity, the spin, the pull, that’s what keeps on on the ground. But, scientists don’t know why gravity works! It’s something to do with mass. But, they have no idea why we have mass. There’s a key component missing. A cog in the machine that they just can’t seem to find. That’s why they have the Large Hadron Collider. 

The LHC shoots atoms through a tube and crashes them together in an effort to smash them into bits (called Quarks) so that scientists can then study those bits and figure out what we’re made of. Sure, we’re made of molecules and atoms and DNA and RNA and lipids and phospholipids and all that, but what are they made of? What makes up an atom? What gives an atom mass so that it doesn’t float away? That’s the big question. That would be the Higgs-Boston particle. The Higgs-Boston particle is, in essence, imaginary. They don’t know if it exists or not, but that’s what they’re looking for when they smash atoms together with enough force that people worry about it ripping a hole in reality. It supposedly gives everything mass, holds it all together like some great cosmic glue. 

The Rainbow Colored Building Blocks Of The Universe...

If you ask me, the Higgs-Boston particle is far more spiritual than all that. I think, and I’m no scientist so this may be totally loopy, the Higgs-Boston particle, the glue of reality, it’s one of two things to me, it’s either our spirits or the voice of God itself. Why not? What if, it is the spirit of God, his very voice, inside of us all, keeping everything from just falling to pieces?

I like physics...

I don’t even know what happened there. One moment I’m talking about being happy and the next I’m going off about theoretical physics. It must be the Benadryl.

It really does amaze me though, physics and the spiritual really do go hand in hand when you look at it. For the longest time, I didn’t really like science. I put way more stock in faith. However, if you think about it, they’re kind of the same thing. God laid down rules when He made the earth. And while He is not restricted by those rules, He does tend to work inside of them. Just because we don’t know or understand all the rules doesn’t mean they’re not there. Why couldn’t there be a scientific explanation for the spiritual and the miraculous? I’ve heard it said before that magic is just science we don’t understand. The spiritual is very similar. Are there things that will always be unexplainable? I think so. Can God be analyzed and categorized and put in a jar with formaldehyde and synthesized? Absolutely not. 

And here’s the other thing that gets me about science and faith. As non scientists, don’t we take everything science says on faith? I once explained it like this. I was talking to an atheist online. They used the typical argument of, “You can’t see, taste, touch, hear, smell God. You’re just taking a man’s word that He’s there. You just read it in a book and believe it. That’s stupid, I don’t believe in something that has no empirical evidence.”

This was my response. “Ok. You don’t believe in God? I don’t believe in air.”

He said, “That’s dumb. Science tells us that air is real. Without air you’d die.”

So I continued, “That’s just the thing. I can not, for myself see, taste, touch, hear, or smell air. We are not scientists. We don’t know what is entailed in all the science behind deciding if air is real. We simply have take a scientist’s word that it’s there. I read it in a science book and believed it. Therefore, believing in air is just as stupid as believing in God. Either way, I myself have no empirical evidence of either one. I just take it on faith that without air I would die. I also take it on faith that without God, I’d die.”

His only response was “Well said my friend, well said.”

How’s that for faith and science? They go hand in hand. 

I’m going to stop rambling about science now. I promise. I just hope some of that made sense. My head is all fuzzy from being sick. I don’t know if I’m coherent or not. I feel like while everything I just wrote makes sense to me now, I’m going to come back tomorrow and it’s all going to be gibberish. I hope not. 

Anyways, thanks to you all for putting up with me and my weirdness. I love you all and thank you for your prayers and support!

Your Midwife Suddenly Turned Mad Scientist,

Ashton

Sushi

So. It’s almost 5 am. I got off shift at 10 pm, went to bed at 12. Got called back in at 3 am for a continuity patient. I’m supposed to work clinic in the morning. That’s so not going to happen anymore. Sorry clinic people.

October was a busy month. I caught 7 babies. With this catch I’ll be at 48! I’ve caught nearly as many babies in these last 4 months as I did in my entire first year of school.

Other than catching babies I didn’t do a whole lot. I went to the beach a couple of weeks ago. Basically just napped the whole time I was there. It was nice to just sleep. I’ve never appreciated sleep as much as I do now.

I spend a lot of time working on assignments at Starbucks. It’s kind of a comfort thing. It’s nice to have somewhere that feels a bit like home. Actually, the entire new mall that opened up in May feels like home. I go there and walk around when I need to feel normal, which is a lot lately.

I found a Japanese place I like quite a bit. Dynamite rolls are the bomb. Hehe. Actually Heidi and I are planning to poke around Japan for a week or so on our way home in July. We’re planning on going to the Studio Ghibli museum which is a really big deal for me! I also plan on finding Godzilla. Tokyo here I come in... 36 weeks! That’s weird. I have less than a full pregnancy left before I go home. Time goes by so fast here!

My brother may be coming to visit in April. I’m super excited for that! I really miss him and my family and it would be fun to show him around and stuff. He’d even possibly be here for graduation in May! And for the Avengers movie so I’d have someone to geek out with.

So... it turns out I make really good bread. Who’d have thought? So far I’ve made bagels, biscuits, and two different kinds of bread (One’s a quick bread, the other is a self rising bread) My rosemary bread never has any leftovers. I even made four loaves last time to try and make sure there’d be left overs! I really enjoy it. I’m making bread for Thanksgiving because that’s just how I roll. Hehe. Ok I’ll stop with the puns now. Maybe.

Hmmm... What else? My brain is fried. It’s 5:20 am and I’ve only had 2 hours of sleep. I’m going to try and rest for a little bit. My patient is 9 cm, but she’s sleeping in her cubical so I think I’ve got a little bit of time. As always thank you for your prayers and support! Letters and packages are always welcome!

Here’s some pictures of a friend and I enjoying some sushi!

September

I’ve told you guys a few birth stories and so far, they’ve all been good. But, it’s not always like that. I transport a lot of patients to the hospital. I’ve probably transported more than I’ve delivered. Sometimes it’s easy. It’s a patient who is ok with being transported. You haven’t made any attachments to her. You’ve only spent 10-20 minutes with her while you were checking her in. Other times, it’s really hard. It’s a patient who, when you tell her that you’ve got to transport her, buries her face in your shoulder and starts sobbing because she is so scared. It’s a patient who you’ve labored with for the last 8 hours and have really connected with. It’s a continuity that you’ve done all her prenatals for since she was 7 weeks pregnant. Those are hard.

I’ve had a couple of difficult transports in the last couple of weeks. My first one wasn’t a labor, it was a baby check. I’d delivered the baby a couple of days before. The mother was this really adorable 16 year old. It’s interesting with 16 year olds. Some of them who come in, they’re women. They’re grown up. Others are really still just kids. This is one of the ones who was just a kid still. She labored really well. The birth was a little difficult. The baby was a bit stuck because the girl’s perineum was really tight and we were sure that we were going to have to do an episiotomy. In the end, we didn’t have to. I thought for sure her tear would be huge, but it was actually really small. In the end, I was really proud of this girl.

So, on Sunday, they came in for their 3 day baby check. Everything seemed normal, until I checked the baby’s heart rate. It was 68. The average for a baby’s heart rate is about 120-140. I called the supervisor to have her recheck. She got 80. With massive amounts of stimulation we could get it up to 116. Something wasn’t right. We explained to the girl and her mother that something was wrong with the baby’s heart and they needed to go to the hospital to have it looked at. So I went with them to the emergency room and staid until I was sure that they were getting care. I’m still waiting to hear back on what the doctor says. I should know next week when they come for their one week baby check.

My second hard transport was a few nights later. I was endorsed a patient when I got to swing shift. It was a really sweet 38 year old. It was her fifth baby. Her second baby had been born in the hospital and was a still birth. Her last two babies were born at Mercy. I labored with her for all of shift. She was great! She was walking around, drinking, going to the bathroom often. She was happy and talkative between contractions, joking with the midwifes and baby checks who were there. She was a perfect labor. Anything I asked her to do she did. I had really good feelings about this birth.

Around 7:30 she was in a lot of pain and her contractions were really frequent. I went and sat with her in her cubical and just rubber her back. Then I asked her if I could pray for her. She said yes and I did. Just as I finished my prayer, she asked for a birth stool. I was so excited! Usually the women here want to give birth flat on their back. When they want to give birth squatting or on the birth stool it’s always a special treat. It’s a more natural position than laying down. They’re less likely to tear. And it’s just a nice change up from what we usually see. So we get her on the birth stool. I get a mirror and flashlight so I can see what’s going on. She pushes a little with contractions and I see what looks like her bag of water. My supervisor is holding the flashlight for me and she says that it looks a little funny. So she repositions the flashlight so we can see a little better. It’s definitely not the bag of water. It’s her bladder. Our first response to such a distended bladder this late in the game is to catheterize. So we did that and then just tried to hold the bladder up. I was having trouble holding it though so my supervisor decided to help me out. She took over. The moment she slid her fingers in she went, “Something’s wrong.”

The woman wasn’t fully dilated, but neither I or my supervisor could really tell how far along she was. Her cervix was mushy and flappy and strange. The supervisor speculated that it was possibly a previously torn cervix that hadn’t been sutured. Either way, we just aren’t equipped to deal with what we were up against. The baby’s head would come down well with pushing, but it would get caught against the bladder and cervix. If she kept pushing there was a possibility that her bladder would rupture. So we explained to her that we were going to have to transport. She cried. I wanted to cry. I was now doing three things at one time. I was trying to coach her in breathing through contractions, help the supervisor put an IV in, and help a first year fill out transport papers. Finally, we were able to get the woman into a wheelchair and to the ambulance. On the way to the hospital I could see how scared she was. I’m pretty sure it was because the last time she gave birth in the hospital, her baby was stillborn. I did the only thing I could at that point. I reached my hand over and placed it ok her belly and just prayed. I prayed that she would have peace. I prayed that the doctors would have wisdom and compassion. I prayed that her delivery would go well and that both her baby and her would be fine. When I was done, she looked at me through her tears and thanked me. I told her that I was so sorry there was nothing else I could do, but I would continue to pray for her. That seemed to help calm her.

We got to the hospital and I explained the situation to the doctor. The doctors have always been pretty nice to me and this time was no different. They took my patient and got her to the birth bed immediately. The doctor told me I could go. I went back to the ambulance and just continued to pray for the woman. Sometimes there’s nothing else you can do.

So there you have it. Yes, there are good births and good shifts. There are also hard births and hard shifts. There are so many situations that only prayer gets you through. And that’s not just midwifery, that’s with missionary life in general.

Ok. Enough about the birth room. Here’s what I’ve been up to other than babies. I went to the beach with one of the first years on Saturday. We spent the entire afternoon laying in hammocks, eating deep fried bananas, and drinking coke. It was exquisite. Afterwards, around dinner time, we went to Precious Gardens Resort for dinner.

We ate down on the beach. Our waiter was great! He was a Baptist who had a million questions for us. We ate our dinner and just talked with him about God and the Bible and everything. There were a few times when he started tearing up. It was really refreshing to have a genuine conversation with a Filipino and know that he wasn’t just talking to me because I’m white. He was very sincere with us and I really appreciated it. He also told me that I have a nice smile.

Other than that I’ve been pretty busy with my assignment and birth room shifts. I caught six babies in September! Five of them were within two weeks of each other! So I’ve been pretty busy!

My birthday was last week. I didn’t really do much. But hey, I’m 21 now... I don’t really have any plans until after I’m finished with this assignment, but I’m probably going to the beach for a couple of days. I could use a break. As always, thank you all for your prayer and support! It’s all greatly appreciated!

The Truth About Missionary Life

I’m beginning to realize how important like-mindedness is. Not, I don’t mean conformity, but having someone who shares your passions and same basic goals.

I want to be a missionary. More than anything. I want to live in a mud hut, tree hut, wigwam, tent, trailer, truck, cardboard box. I don’t ever see myself “settling down” and living in one place in a four bedroom house with a dog and a picket fence. I have too much wanderlust for that. I get too bored. I see myself traveling for the rest of my life.

I want to live in the jungle, the desert, deepest, darkest Africa or Asia, or South America. I want to live in the heat and the dirt with no air conditioning or running water. I want to live in the hardest places in the world. The kind of places that most people try to stay away from. It’s those places that my heart breaks for.

I want to live with the minimum. A lifestyle of simplicity appeals to me. I have no need for excess. I find it superfluous. (I find it funny that the word for ridiculously excessive is excessively ridiculous. All I need is a change of clothes, food in my belly, and something to keep the rain off. Well... more or less. Either way, I’ve lived with nothing before. I know what it’s like to live with only what I can fit in a suitcase. And that appeals to me. If it doesn’t bring beauty to my life or have a useful purpose, I don’t need it.

Jesus sent out His disciples two by two. It’s a biblical model. However, finding my “two” has proved to be much harder than I would have suspected. No, Robert and I are not together any more. Why? Read those last three paragraphs again. It had nothing to do with whether or not I loved him or he loved me or how good of a guy he is (Because he’s a great one). It has everything to do with those three paragraphs. That’s not where his heart is. Our basic life goals were different. I need someone called to missionary life.

Let me tell you what missionary life is like. In church, you hear the stories of the miracles and the sweetness of the orphan kids and what it’s like to live in the glory. Yes. There is that. But let me tell you what it looks like to those who live in it every day. It’s dirty and ugly and hard. I know I talk a lot about it being the hardest thing I’ve ever done. That’s an understatement.

Daily life on the mission field? It’s hot. It’s dirty and sweaty and smells like raw sewage and garbage and rotting meat and far too many people crammed together in one city. It’s living without basic comforts like hot water or most dairy products or air conditioning. It means that if it pours rain and it floods, you have to walk 2 miles home in the rain and flood water. It means that if you fall into a sewage ditch because you can’t see through the flood water, you have to drag yourself out of it and walk the rest of the 1.5 miles home even though you’ve sliced your foot open and your textbooks and laptop are wet. (I’m fine by the way. I took lots of medication to make sure I didn’t die.) And you have to hold it together for that mile and a half because sitting down on the sidewalk and sobbing won’t get you home. It means staying up for 32 hours with only an hour of sleep because you have a patient to take care of. Missionary life is not pretty or romantic. It’s not all seeing people come to Christ and miracles every day. Mostly, it’s dying to yourself. It’s messy and hard.

I’m not complaining here. Strange as it may seem it’s the life I want to live. It’s the life I’ve been called to live. And I need someone who is called to that as well. I need someone who is called to give up absolutely everything, every comfort to follow God to the dark places. Not everyone is called to that. Some people are called to the Western world. Stars above, those places need missionaries just as bad as anywhere else. But it’s not where I’m called to. It never has been. I’m called to nothingness.

I am called to have nothing, to be nothing. I am called to have no reputation other than Jesus. Jesus is my reputation. The reason I love Heidi Baker so much? When she walks into a room, Jesus is there. He exudes out of her. He oozes from her very being. I want that. When I walk into a room, I don’t want people to see me. I want them to see Jesus. I don’t care if they ever know my name. I just want them to know Jesus. I want to be a tool, a vessel. I want God to empty me out so that I can be filled with Him. I want to be nothing so that He can be everything.

This isn’t a “less of me, more of God” idea. I feel like He created us to be ourselves. I want to be me to the best of my abilities. I really like me. However, something that is built into who I am, is being filled with Him. It’s all of me and all of Him. Does that make sense? I can only fully be myself if I am fully filled with Him. That’s where the fullness of me come from.

Anyways, that just all kind of came tumbling out... haha. On a lighter note, here are some pictures from the outreach I go on to a nearby island! (LINK)

Also, my birthday is in 1 month a 4 days! Better start sending your packages now! It takes a month for them to get here!

Back in Davao...

I figure it’s about that time again... Let me see, what’s happened in the last two months? 

Drove me a lot crazy actually

I went home for a month and as some of you know, my time there was very good. Had a rather unexpected thing happen, but it was a very good kind of unexpected. To elaborate a bit, I’m no longer single! (I’m a little excited about it)

For those of you who haven’t heard the story, here’s the long and short of it. Robert and I were friends before I left. He’s the worship leader at my church. I liked him, but was ok with being his friend if nothing else. He wasn’t sure how he felt about me. I mean, he liked me, but was a little weirded out by the age difference. He just turned 27 and I’m almost 21. So we kept it pretty platonic for awhile. Sure, there was some flirting, but I could never tell if it was just good natured teasing on his part, or if there was something more there. And it drove me a little crazy. 

A few weeks after I got to Davao, he asked me if I would do some album art for the cd his band was releasing (By the way, go buy it! Link) So I did, as you can see on the lovely album cover in the link there... And he told me I owed him big time. I told him he owed me dinner when I got home. 

So here I pause to explain myself a little bit. I’ve been accused, several times now, of plotting. I promise, there was far less plotting than there may seem. I really simply wanted to get to hang out with him when I got home. There was a tiny, hopeful part of me that said, “Hey it’d be cool if this turned into something more.” But I wasn’t getting my hopes up.

So I got home and went to church that Sunday and Robert came and leaned on the wall next to me and said, “Hey! I owe you dinner!” 

And I said, “Yes, yes you do.”

Long story short, we went to dinner. And God saw it fit to delve into that quiet, secret little corner of my heart and dinner turned into dinner and a movie. And dinner and a movie very decidedly turned into a date.

Here’s a picture of us:

Ain't we cute?

He’s coming to visit me in December and I’m super excited! 

Anyways, I’m back in Davao now. I’m officially in my second year and all the babies I catch now count as catches. I’ve caught two babies since I’ve been back. All the second years are leaving in the next couple of weeks and then the new first years get here soon after that. I’ll be getting two new room mates. 

There really hasn’t been all that much going on here since I got back. It’s been a lot of the same stuff. Catching babies, working on assignment. I’m just hoping that this year goes as fast as last year did. I’m looking forward to being done with school.

As always, thanks for your prayers and support! Mail of any kind is always welcome! 

The face I make when the post parakeet comes...