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My Chris and I have had our share of Sunday's together.  There were the busy Sunday's that were mostly work days.  There were the exciting Sunday's that still required work but the work was more fun and ended in afternoon naps and walks on a nearby university campus.  There were Sunday's when we geared up with pits in stomachs for another week of language school.  There were Sunday's that passed by with us taking care of details that the week had not allowed us to accomplish.  But mostly, Sunday's were just Sunday's.

Sunday's are now becoming Sabbaths.  I know that sounds so ... Jewish.  But the reality is that Sabbaths are supposed to be part of our rhythm.  And for most of us, especially those who call ourselves followers of God, are neglected commands that are glossed over and rejected as part of God's plan for our lives.

No more.

A few months back, my Chris and I both made a conscious decision that Sunday's would be Sabbaths.    We would do only what brought life and gave energy into our bodies and our souls.  So what does that look like?  If that means a nap - so be it.  If that means reading, or watching a 70's movie, or playing a card game ... more power to you.  We've learned to do what we want to do and not feel one ounce of guilt about doing it.  We make few rules.  We do things that give energy.  We don't do things pertaining to "work".  We don't check social media.  We do relax and spend time as a family.

I love our Sunday Sabbaths.
I am recharged.
I am better.

Writing because it brings me life because, after all, it's my Sabbath,
Christina
I hesitate telling my tale for it sounds pretentious.  But, pretentious as it may sound, I must tell my tale.  I went to Greece.  I not only went to Greece but I went to an island - an island that was not spoiled by tourists - an island by the name of Samos.  And, I don't mind spilling the secret ... God lives in Samos!

I've come to appreciate the ways God expresses Himself.  He uses people - for we are made in His image - to display character traits to show we who live below heaven who He is.  If you come from America, I think you tend to believe that God is somehow in His core - American.  If you live in South Korea, I think you tend to believe that God is somehow in His core - South Korean.  Yet, now that I've set bare feet on white pebbled beaches I am convinced that God does live in Greece.

Photo:  Christina Elledge

The reason for my trip to Samos was for relaxation:  to get away from "it" - all of "it", to find myself, to really see my husband and to not allow my brainwaves to set their default to all that must be done within certain time frames prescribed by me or others.  I was tired.  My Chris was tired.  We realized that this tiredness was not to be resolved by a good nights sleep - it required unplugging.  

Finding a last minute deal through a local travel company, I found an insanely good offer that gave us 7 nights stay in paradise, airfare, and airport to hotel transfers which were "All Inclusive".  I will say that having never booked such a trip, the "all inclusive" tag line made me nervous.  Were there hidden prices I was unaware?  Would there be a special fee at the airport that was not disclaimed?  Would our hotel be the scene of an Alfred Hitchcock movie?  Yikes.  This was scary and unfamiliar territory.  However I will save a dramatic pause and just come right out and tell you that my fears were not realized and I will ALWAYS book future trips through this travel company.  I could not stop smiling out of sheer gratitude at the outcome. 

After settling into our new home for the next 7 days, we decided to head down the mountain toward the nearest village, Kokkari.  Quaint.  Quite.  Quintessential Island experience.  From everywhere you looked the Aegean Sea was our backdrop.  We found a cafe with a sea view and plopped ourselves down on the lounge chairs that gave us a front row seat to the turquoise sea that splashed and danced in a frenzied welcome.

Photo:  Christina Elledge


After a few hours of staring into the distance, we decided to do a bit more exploring in our new village.  I've heard and seen for myself in other parts of Greece the tangible evidence of cats ... many cats roaming Greece.  However, this island had a plethora of felines.  Knowing how deeply my youngest loves animals, I made a pledge to snap a photo of a cat every time I saw a furry creature.  In fact, 60 of the 517 photos that I took while in Samos were of ... cats.

Photo:  Christina Elledge

I told you before but I'm not too proud to admit, I could NOT stop smiling.  Smiling out of total amazement that what I thought was a blind move of travel fate turned out to be one of the most beautiful experiences of my 48 years on planet earth!  This ... this is our village ... tucked into a harbor ... of the Aegean Sea.

Photo:  Christina Elledge


I was struck by the hospitality of the Greek people.  Eager to engage in conversation once you initiated it, they were warm, sincere and authentic.  Having made two prior trips to Greece, I thought my island experience would be similar to what we had already experienced.  However, to my sheer delight, it was totally different.  Perhaps the best way to explain the impressions could be compared to coming to America and visiting Chicago and Dallas.  Then, you go to a small fishing village off the coast of Washington.  What a contrast!  This was our experience in Samos.

We met some of the most lovely people.  Below is a sampling of the traditional Greek bakery items one of our new friends proudly sold at his very stylish Bakery.  A native of Kokkari, he spent much of his early education in Canada where his brother now lives.  He spends the tourist season months running his delightfully delicious shop full of Greek pastries and then heads to Canada for a reprieve from the island.  His English was perfect and his Baklava to die for ... which I had to sample ... twice.

Photo:  Christina Elledge


Not easily seen in this photo is the small black and white cat poking his head out of the back of the wooden basket behind this mans bike.  Make this number 2 of 60 cat photos.  I'm telling you ... there were a lot of cats!


Photo:  Christina Elledge

Old.  Proud.  That's the impression I came away with from our Greek island.  The blue from the blue and white colored Greek flag could be found everywhere:  doors, awnings, chairs, gates, window coverings.  It's the kind of pride that makes you humble at the long line of heritage that bears your name and not the kind that forces you to point your pointer finger in the air waving "We're number 1".  

Photo:  Christina Elledge

And there was always ... always the water.  The water that drew us into its' mysterious rhythm and color.  It taught us to sit.  It taught us to daydream.  It taught us to wonder.  It taught us to read until we fell asleep.  It taught us to listen for it's crash upon the shore.

Photo:  Christina Elledge


And whenever possible, I stuck the zoom lens on the end of my camera and snapped real life photos of real life people doing real life things.

Photo:  Christina Elledge


And because of my almost addictive love for doors, I noticed them.  Not as many as cats, but a great number of  my photos are of doors.  All shapes and sizes, doors captured my imagination.  What lie behind?  What had walked through and out and what stories could be told by those coming and going.

Photo:  Christina Elledge


Samos is the closest of the Greek islands to Turkey.  In fact, in the photo below, you can see a mountain behind the white colored village.  At this mountains' peak, Turkey lay a mere 25 KM.  Being such close neighbors, at the top of our mountainous island can be found many border control facilities that keep close tabs of their eastern neighbors.

Photo:  Christina Elledge


And there was always the mountains ... that kept paved roads winding themselves around its' rocky borders climbing and dipping to bring the traveler to new destinations.  Being so close to Kokkari, we climbed the 25 minute hike on our steep road to and from the village and to and from our hotel.

Photo:  Christina Elledge

And never ... oh never ... did the view along the way disappoint.  And because the view never disappointed ... it always made me smile more ... out of gratitude ... and thankfulness ... and giddy excitement over the fact that I had discovered ... that ... 

Photo:  Christina Elledge


God lives in Samos, Greece.

Photo:  Christina Elledge


Stay tuned for the continuing Samos adventures ...
and more cats.

This past week has been a week that has been so good for the soul.  Our family took a much needed mini-vacation, (due to their requests, no pictures on Facebook.  I am the picture taking queen and their small request actually was a big sacrifice for me, however, you'll find no photos!) and my Chris and I attended a wedding.

Leibnitz, Austria is no tourist hub.  A quaint village nestled near the Slovakian border, it boasts a population of 2,000, a few small hotels, and a waterpark.  In 2012, we took a few days together as a family and found this little slice of heaven.  Deciding this would be the perfect reprieve from city life just before boarding the plane to head back to the U.S., we played in the water, ate at the same restuarant 3 nights in a row, and enjoyed long breakfasts on the patio with really good coffee and a whole lot of Nutella (on Libby's part)!  What a great decision!  Blood preasures dropped, the fun factor rose, and our bodies thrived in the rest of the entire experience.

The wedding we attended yesterday was that of a couple we have been mentoring.  The ceremony began at 1 pm followed by a reception that we left from around 3:30 pm.  In the company of Herbert and Maria, our Austrian friends, we drove the 25 km treck into the mountains for the reception.  Arriving at 4:15 pm, we sat on the terrace overlooking the mountains waiting for the reception to begin at 5 pm.  We left at 10:45 pm with a new friend, Markus, when the party was just getting started!

Usually, I write inspired by a particular message or theme or stirring that I know comes from the Holy Spirit.  There is a punch line.  There is a point.  Something to convey.  Something to chew on.  Today - nothing.  I write because I feel inspired simply to say that rest is a beautiful thing.  I made observations of my country I live in comparing them to the differences from my home country as only token facts not harsh judgements.  I really looked at my children.  I held the hand of My Chris.  I ate things that I have put on a forbidden list.  I walked slower.  I read - a lot.  I laughed hard.  I sat.  I prayed not out of urgency or great want but just simple utterances that could only express "thank you".  I missed Addison.  I heard Parker.  I held Libby.  Such simple treasures that are so often taken for granted or simply not even taken.

Resting and full,
Christina



It's more than needing a nap during the day, catching a few minutes of silence before a meeting, or spacing out to a few episodes of whatever tickles your fancy on YouTube.  Rest is a verb.  Rest is a noun.  It's something you must do ... and practice the state of being in.  Its complicated and simple.  Neglected and needed.  Risky and safe.

For much of my life, REST was not an option for a hard-working, self-conscious, driven by goals kind of person.  In my personal life, I set my own bar pretty high.  In my faith community (in my past - far past) my worth was - in my opinion - measured by my works.  REST was a cop-out for less dedicated and inferior followers.

No more of those trappings for me!  Living almost 47 years with my body tied to planet earth and almost 27 years with my Spirit tied to another place, I have learned and continue to learn ... the art of REST.

Climbing on a plane tomorrow is an act of REST that has been so well-timed by my Father.  Little did I know when I booked 4 tickets bound for our homeland back in February, we would need, crave, desire, a time of REST like we do right now ... mere hours before our departure.

REST builds up that which is lacking inside us and tears down any wrong thinking we've been engaging in our heads.  REST brings right perspective into distorted minds and brings balance to that which has settled off center.  REST is crucial to living life as prescribed by Jesus ... full and abundant.  Did you ever entertain the thought that living without rest was ... sacrilegious?  Hmmm ... something to chew on.

So, I'll finish the packing, clean a few things in my flat and set my brain in REST mode ... because I've learned when it's time ... and IT'S TIME!

slowing down,
christina
This morning as I was getting ready for my day, I heard this song called "Hello, Lord".   I've been in a Sara Groves kick.  I love her melancholy voice, heart piercing lyrics and raw honesty.  I had never heard this song and it reflected what I've experienced before in my walk with Jesus - times of silence.

Too many times, we equate the inability to hear God's voice with sin or failure on our part.  That's so like us - mankind - to shame ourselves. The enemy of our souls has done a darn good job of creating and helping us develop a strong sense of works within the "church".  If I pray harder, work harder, serve harder, hear harder, listen harder ... then.  Then?  Really?

It's an old adage that says "Silence is golden."  However, modern Christianity says quite the contrary.  Silence usually spells trouble.  We are praised and admired when we are able to hear clear direction and act upon it.  When there is nothing, we measure our value against our inactivity and come up with inferiority.

After spending and emerging from many months in a "waiting" room, I have learned that silence can be freedom.  When we crave answers to help our crisis the very answers we are asking for ... if answered int eh way we would desire them to be ... would be catastrophe.  In silence, new things are being worked out for our good that are so usually disproportionally opposite to what our tiny little minds can think of or imagine.  I am a testimony to this crazy process of silence that brings you to new places.


This is process of learned behavior.  When we choose to learn the lessons of silence ... and rest of the abundant adequacy of a God and Savior to work out that which we cannot see on our behalf ... be it nerve racking and scary ... it's called rest.  An in it's simplest form, rest if faith.  Choose faith, friend who may be walking in silence.  Silence is still golden.  Silence offers the opportunity for rest ... for faith ... for new beginnings and extravagant new things.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bd2nAWoS_j0&index=5&list=RD3ozpb6R8YSw
Since being back in Vienna, the struggle to get into normal life has been just that ... a struggle.  Doing, working, making, planning - all these activities creep into my life like a rogue thief.  These acts steal my strength, my focus and wear me flat out!

Vocabulary Note:  Flat out; Oklahoma derivative, adjective:  extreme exhaustion.

Yesterday, while hanging wet clothes on my indoor clothes line, I had an encounter with the Holy Spirit.  I love these encounters ... and pray they come on a more regular basis!  Anyway, as I was grabbing for another clothes pin to secure another pair of underwear ... SHAZAM!

My working, my fearing, my planning, my worry, my (fill in the blank with any kind of works) is a learned behavior!  Over the years of being a human, my brain is still set on the "panic" default when something doesn't feel right.  If there is lack of comfort in my soul then fear, worry, works peak their ugly heads into my life to get me to ... fear, worry and work!

As I grabbed for the next clothes pin, this time pinning an apron that previously had spaghetti smeared down the front, the Spirit reminded me of the story of Jesus in the boat during a storm with his 12 friends.  The storm caused the 12 to fear, worry, work.  Jesus slept.

SHAZAM!  Again ... the Holy Spirit showed me that IN HIM I can have and do have a new default.  Rest.  Rest is the opposite of my natural tendency but the perfect response as I live in His Spirit.  And then I thought how strange REST feels.  I am resting right now in a situation that has caused my heart to have some fear, worry and the need to work.  However, I've chosen to rest in it ... and it feels really good and really weird at the same time.

I feel like I'm uncaring for not fearing and worrying and working!  Isn't that the logic of the evil one?  When we choose to rest ... if we are not used to doing it ... it feels weird!  No more!

If you dare, choose to reset your default back to the original source ...
christina


I have been in a place of solitude.  I've enjoyed every minute of it.  It's not been depression.  It's not been hibernation.  It's been a place of rest ... hearing from One who knows me better than myself.  I feel a gentle nudge ... moving me out of this place at a snails pace ... but movement none the less.  As you slip your foot out from under the covers on a cold Fall morning is how I could best describe this emerging.  Yet, as my toes feel the tingle of cold air on warm flesh, I'm receiving some beautiful gifts that I can scarcely take in!

After many months of waiting for God ... not me, my Chris' credit card or smooth-talking salesmen ... Addie has a new car!

This is a gift from one couple's generosity directly to our Addison.  To us, it's a miracle and we are ever grateful!

A weekend get-a-way with My Chris has deposited great amounts of "umph" for my sanity, self-image, spiritual climate, and outlook on life.  Funny how a few days alone, in the wilderness, can improve one's quality of life.  I feel younger, prettier and thinner!  Wow!


Last night I spoke with a friend that I have not seen with physical eyes for over 26 years!  We've reconnected through Face Book and discovered each other's heart ... spoken the same language ... lived through the same worldview lens.  Hearing her voice, life story and future plans was priceless!

Not an actual photo of me and my friend!!

So, this journey of acting only on what I receive as the day's agenda continues.  I'm finding rest in doing only what I have the energy - physical and emotional - to do.  I'm finding strength in being completely weak and at the disposal of this great Father of mine.  I like where I am.  I like how I'm emerging.

Walking with snails,
christina

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