Merle's World
But this is not for the faint of Heart...
Entry Five
This is Fred, The Dad. in Notre Dame. |
Entry Four
when you've displaced yourself in another culture, you tend to seek out and cling to the constants. the similarities or the universalities. if you try to absorb and dwell on all the differences- you'd go mad. and feel out of place. I think there is an innate desire in us to connect, to relate. not by coincidence- God did not create man to be alone.
Fred the dad speaks in fast broken english with a heavy french accent. It was difficult at first for us to understand each other and often our intentions were misread. We were driving in his Jeep in Paris. (the only jeep in paris) in silence. he picked up his ipod and selected Cat power, then LCD soundsystem, then Metronomy. He could see me excitement and surprise growing with each pick on his ipod. For the first time we related to each other. and it was over music. we were roof pumping by the time we pulled into the girls school.
one song he played was called La Femme Fatale. I asked him what that meant and he described the ultimate woman, what most girls strive to become, what magazines sell, and what men dream of.
a few days later it was the girl's birthday parties. I found this universal desire to be "La Femme Fatal" apparent even in them.
Each on separate days , the parties had different themes, and a separate catering company, professional photographers, DJ's and party coordinators. Did I mention they were 10 and 11?
This is Garance, o yeh- and specially ordered paper straws . |
This is Daphne- the camera can't even capture her. |
And I am somewhere in between. |
this is Garance's cake. well was. |
This is Daphne's cake, in France a Boom is the first big party a girl has that essentially means she can invite boys. perfect for her comic book themed party. |
La petite femme fatal |
clothes hand picked by a designer in Paris for this tween party |
Lovely makeup artist |
this is Valentine , an autre petite femme fatal. Seriously, a ten year old- knowing how to work a camera! nurture vs. nature- we'll never know. |
Entry Three
where i wander. |
how i wake up |
what i drink |
what i do |
what i eat |
what i capture
where i stare |
where i sit, and hear my dad's voice. |
Entry Two
: Paris Makes Me Want to Do Bad Things
My 45 year old self
I was recently going through some old journals and came across this letter I wrote to my 45 year old self. I wrote it exactly one year ago when I was in Australia, and find it still to be true.
Dear you in 25 years,
Right now you're sitting on a sandhill in the outback of Australia. In some ways, I hope you don't change much. I hope that you continue to seek higher ground no matter what your circumstance, be it this desert or a social justice. There will be roads that are easier to take, methods that require less faith, mountains you could go around- but I hope you don't. You could potentially have a daughter my age who learned how to love well from her mother like you did- or you could still be in Cambodia fighting for the freedom of sex slaves. I'd like to think that by 2035 human trafficking would cease to be- that legislation would get passed to illegalize prostitution in the Red Light District. I hope that you are out of the job and are able to move on to another social injustice. Hopefully the road to Haiti's recovery is not as long as predicted and their infrastructure and water is close to being restored to a condition better than the last. most of what I hope for the world won't happen until earth is restored and creation has met it's maker. But until then I hope it is in better condition because you chose to take the high road. I could go on about what kind of wife and mother I'd want you to be but I'm not really sure what God has for you in that area- I think if you're seeking God wholeheartedly as a wife, parent, or single woman the rest falls into place.
Most of all I hope you're still dancing... not necessarily in a studio or on a stage but you are able to abandon yourself recklessly and be lead by something bigger than yourself, that you're letting go , taking leaps of faith and standing on His feet when you're not sure of the steps. I hope you'll still be able to nail a pas de bouree triple pirouette- no pressure
ps. I hope you still like your tattoo that i'm getting next week.
The Marine and the Hippie
when you're traveling with someone-for an extended period of time you suddenly take on all of the unfun parts of marriage. you bicker and don't get to have make up sex after. you use phrases like, where should we eat, where should we sleep, do we want to run this errand first or skip it for coffee. you brush your teeth together and talk about how the day was while you floss. you learn that other persons preference in food, sleeping arrangements, music, movies, because it effects you as well. we bicker about when we should wake up, or what really was the best decade of music? i couldn't be tired when he was tired because, well we would crash. When im too moody to deal with the waitress he takes over.
there are times i want to crawl in his lap and sleep. there are probably more times i want to push him out of the car, in part because the way we view and define things is quite opposite;He thinks that workouts should be done at sunrise on an empty stomach- and pushed till you want to vomit whats not in your stomach. I prefer to run after you sleep in and have a lite breakfast after your quiet time. He thinks I have an addiction to coffee and use it as a crutch. I think it is God's sweet gift to mother earth. He double bags things to secure his groceries- I would carry them in my arms before i used a plastic. He drives a truck and doesn't mind country. I listen to wilco on vinyl.
I was trying to explain to him the logic of my eating habits - he stared hard and said "sometimes when you talk , its like a train wreck in my head. I dont even know where to begin"
Because our God is unfathomably larger than our worldly boundaries and cultural differences, we made a great team.
I told him when he needed to relax, and be. He told me when I needed to be productive.
On paper, he is your all american country -truck driving- marine- now firefighter still serving his country man. And I- a southern belle. but both of us are running, both of us bitter about what we spent our lives on in the past- both wanting something different than the American dream. He wouldn't tell you he served seven years in the Marines. And when people ask me where I'm from I say Palm Beach.
That's why we worked , Very seldom does a team function well because they have similar backgrounds , it is because they are running in the same direction.
The dynamics of Brandon and I were another way God showed up and proved his faithfulness on this tour
#tour2011 #endslavery
nonetheless we learned a ton about the different faces of this fight.
Every city hasn't been as busy, we went on to tampa- connected with Underground church. great community! In Orlando we met people from Status Church at a coffee shop called Downtown Credo. It is a non Profit business that donates all the proceeds back into the needs that are specific to orlando. also! Maya strange does all the baking for tasty treats. she is the wife of Relevant magazines owner.
in Tallahassee we were blessed to connect with IHOP . witnessing their hearts for change was encouraging, they prayed over injustice and our journey. they took up an offering at the end among the few missionaries that were present. we were sent to Atlanta with $120 in cash. so humbled.
Lowell , a man who started the first rehabilitation center in FL said this to us, "We are not abolitionists fighting human trafficking, We are first Christians doing the will of God. right now this is on his heart for us. if tomorrow it is orphans in Uganda, we go there. " This helped put things in perspective for both of us. I think in some ways this tour, at least for me was just another way God wanted to show me what it looks like to completely rely on him for provision, direction and guidance. There were nights we weren't sure where we were sleeping, and nights we werent sure if the bed we were sleeping in was kosher. We also encountered amazing people who encouraged us in our journey, sharing their hearts and wisdom with us. Though people have told us that we are inspiring - I am certain that I have received more than I have given.
There was a night Brandon and I were going to visit a young adult service at a "hip" church in Atlanta. we were so hungry we thought we would grab food and then just go to the service late to connect with the pastor after. we sat down at a restaurant and felt completely convicted for half assing this oppurtunity to connect with this church. we left before the waitress took our order and went to the church still a little late. but the parking lot was empty. I thought, welp we tried. we filled up across the street and were ready to head home but then I saw a man with full dreads and a beard carrying the world on his shoulders. he crossed the street to meet his companion, a young dreaded blonde and two mutts, also with a large backpack. I asked Brandon if we could give help them/ give them a ride/if he could take him if they tried attacking us. so instead of connecting with the hip church we took Eric and Lauren, mudpie and flea to dinner. it may not have been on the agenda that night, or a goal on paper but Lowell was right. We are called to do God's will at all times of the day- sometimes that looks like telling a church about sex slavery and sometimes its sharing life with strangers.
connections were made. people were educated. we were stretched. and humbled and blown away.
this post skims the surface of our experiences. I want to thank all of you who were praying for us and encouraging us along the way.
a bubble bath later...
My gas light came on and I thought, of course. I am always low. Always late, and flying by the seat of my pants. And then I remembered my best friends lost her job today. For unfair reasons. She owned up to something that was hardly her fault. Because she is who she is she’ll fess up to something just so people can move on even if she wasn’t responsible. I wanted to console her but I had nothing to give. Dry as a pipe.
And then God reminded me of Gideon, who was unfit for battle and called to fight an army that outnumbered his. But God went before him
And Then He reminded me of Joshua who conquered a city by following directions that he didn’t even understand. But obeyed because he knew they were from the Lord.
And in Samuel when Jonathan said to his armor bearer, “Come, let’s go to the outpost… PERHAPS the Lord will act on our behalf”
There was an uncertain confidence about his faith.
I know- am more than certain- that this is what God is calling me to. I am uncertain what this month will look like, where we will go, and how we will get there. But I am confident that if God wants us there, he will act on our behalf, He will go before us. He will not call us to a war where he will stand by as we fall. I think sometimes we are surprised when we actually have to fight. When we actually have to use the armor given to us. we spend our lives preparing for battle but then complain or freak out when we actually have to raise our sword and fight. And risk. We risk getting hurt, looking bad in front of others, losing our job, losing someone we love- we risk maybe failing. And then we remember his faithfulness. In our lives. In history. So we go.
I have a good friend who has a fruit for a nickname and also speaks in some type of accent 80% of the time. but offered truth when he said, " Tiff, remember that Jesus received the holy spirit, and THEN went into the desert for 40 days and was tempted. He went through hell before he set out to do what he needed on earth . maybe this is your desert" the enemy will do all that he can to prevent us from doing God's will. We can't always right off that as God shutting the doors
Im still staring at my bubbles at this point and grab the phone to call Brandon who is on the east coast team. He said, I think it’s very American of us to think we have to have our ducks in a row before we set out to do something. Let’s just go. Maybe those doors were shut because God did not want us to plan out every day.
I hung up relieved, revived- and ready to go.