Tail Light Dreaming ~ and a Giveaway! {Take Heart…in Growing a Family}

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When you’ve watched shooting stars and new constellations freckle the sky in another hemisphere, boiled water from a dirty creek to make your porridge and wash your hair, walked the streets of shantytowns and felt the dividing line of color, sipped the rooibos and watched birds soar with ribbons on their tails, walked among fragments of coral and sponge and feasted your eyes on Table Mountain….

When you’ve whisked by the Pyramids through hot wind on the back of an Arabian horse, climbed through the night until your legs quiver to make it for a Sinai sunrise, prayed for real freedom on Tahrir Square, hiked the ruins of a castle, taken a finger to the black soot of St. Stephen’s cathedral….

When you’ve caught your breath hiking up the steps of the Great Wall, tried the ancient art of ink on rice paper, stood in the shadow of history at Tiananmen, run your fingers through stars in the water, memorized the sound of the coqui, whispered in the arches of a Mediterranean mosque, pried a monkey off of your head at Gibraltar, tiptoed up the spirals of Gaudi’s life work yet unfinished, and strolled the tiled courtyards of Al Hambra….

When you’ve logged all these miles in your memory bank, fallen in love with countries and left them behind for home, the seat of the rocking chair can feel so small.

I found myself stuck there a few months after my daughter was born. I bordered on claustrophobic rocking a baby who wouldn’t sleep without my arms as cradle. I’d tried the cry-it-out method, but I couldn’t bear it past 45 minutes. And now I was crying it out myself many days.

A friend at church asked me how I was doing and from the look in her eye she really wanted to know. I swallowed hard and told her I didn’t feel much like myself anymore, that I missed my connection with internationals, that I felt a little landlocked.

She knew something of it. Alyssa was longing for Tanzania, her heart having been left behind there on account of an unexpected move back to the U.S. four years earlier.

She prayed that God would bring internationals my way, that I might see that part of my life open up again. And I prayed that God would open up just the right ministry and allow her family to go back to serving in Tanzania.

A few days later, with just enough time to make it to a dentist appointment, I eased past the white line into the intersection waiting for the car in front of me to turn left. Green turned to stale green then to yellow then red. I watched for the car to turn out of the way of cross traffic and thought I might be able to sneak through behind. But before I knew it, the brake lights ahead of me turned to reverse lights and the car smashed right into my front fender.

Now I was really going to be late. I threw my gear shift into park and rehearsed what I’d say to the novice driver. I got out a pen to take down phone numbers and insurance information, told the kids not to worry, then jogged to the front of the car to check the damage.

A woman ducked out of the driver’s seat and came my way. “So sorry. So sorry,” she said in a familiar accent, her Rs sounding more like Ds. I turned my head from a minimal scrape on the bumper to the sight of umber skin and wavy black hair tamed back into a bun. I knew the look from my days walking dusty back streets in Cairo.

“Do you speak Arabic?” I asked her and then talked between the two languages, as much as we could, about how she had come here from Egypt and how I had stayed a summer there, how there was revival in the Coptic Church back home and in her own heart here.

I pulled off the pen cap with my teeth and soon we were exchanging numbers, not for insurance purposes, but for continuing the conversation out of the line of traffic. As it turns out, just that morning she had been praying that the Lord would send her a new sister, someone to encourage her faith.

To me, the run-in meant that although my primary area of ministry has shifted to my children, God hasn’t taken me off assignment with internationals.

Since that day at the red light, the Egyptian woman and I have shared a meal and chatted over several phone conversations. I’ve had the chance to teach a few rounds of international English classes at my church and interact with young mothers who are raising their children in a whole new culture. And I’ve found other opportunities to share this passion with my family as my husband, kids and I take part in a monthly international lunch with a diverse group of refugees who live in the apartment complexes around our church. My daughter Farah, whose name means “joy” in Arabic and Persian, provides a wonderful bridge between our family and those from Middle Eastern cultures.

As for the friend who prayed for me, when she and her family were commissioned to go back to Tanzania, she shared how they had been “…like those who dreamed. Our mouths were filled with laughter, our tongues with songs of joy.”

We may have the high honor of being mothers, but we are not only mothers. God shows His attention to our desires and dreams in the most interesting of ways.

My friend had cried out her dream for God to send them back to their hearts’ work in Tanzania and He had. I had cried out for a hint of my old passion to meet me here in my domestic life. The Egyptian woman had cried out for a believing friend. God worked it all together.

So what if it meant shaking up my schedule and my minivan.

{What dream or identity do you feel you left behind when you became a mother? If you are aching for that lost dream, have you brought it to God? How has He shown His care for you in response?}

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scarveswithheartAnd now for this week’s giveaway from Scarves with Heart!

My friend Jenni Keller hasn’t let the domestic life keep her from having a global impact. She began making and selling these exquisite T-shirt scarves to raise money for a trip to South Africa, which happens to be my first love in globe trotting (so much so that I visited twice), the very place that started my decade of international travel back in college. Jenni’s work there opened up her eyes to God’s heart for orphans, particularly those facing HIV/AIDs. Each scarf sold will help provide funds for sending her back to South Africa on short term mission to use her mothering skills to care for the sick and abandoned. Today Jenni is giving away a handmade heather gray scarf with braid detailing to one Message in a Mason Jar reader! Simply comment below or your chance to win. For extra entries (include a separate comment here for each entry): subscribe to Message in a Mason Jar via email or RSS feed, like Message in a Mason Jar on Facebook, share this post on Twitter, share on Facebook, and/or share on Pinterest. This giveaway ends at midnight EST on Sunday, February 10.

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Take Heart Series ~ Feb 2013This post is part of our Take Heart series. This week we’re talking about everything from infertility to parenting woes. We’d love to hear about how God has helped you take heart in the midst of your own struggles in growing a family. Click over to Tuesday’s post to link up your story. The link-up is open through Friday night. And don’t forget to comment below for your chance to win our giveaway from Scarves with Heart today!

10 thoughts on “Tail Light Dreaming ~ and a Giveaway! {Take Heart…in Growing a Family}

  1. LOVED this, Darcy! I have so many passions and desires tucked away somewhere deep down inside. He is ever so gently drawing them out. I hadn’t picked up a paint brush since my son was born 5 years ago. Over the past several months, the Lord has put me in a position to paint as a form of worship within our church. I have also been blessed with the opportunity to teach the children at church what it is to worship through art. I just love how He uses us to bring Him glory…no matter where we are or what we’re doing! My prayer is always, “Lord fill me…that I may overflow with Your Love…that they may know You through me!” Thank you for sharing your experiences! SUCH encouragement!! :)

    • I’m sure I’ve told you about how my mom did acrylic and oil paintings at home when my siblings and I were school age. Her resolve to practice her own art was so enriching to our creativity. I’m glad you’ve picked up the brush in the last year and that you’ve found a way to blend your art with the audience around you at this stage of life…children. :)

  2. I love your daughters name–so beautiful.

    While I have never been a lover of world-travels myself (no matter where i go overseas, I always seem to get sick. really sick) I do have some of my own things that I have had to give to The Lord in this season of motherhood. Sometimes I fear that I won’t be able to ever get back the dreams that I desire but I do trust that the Lord knows what is best for me.

    • A stunning piece. Thank you for reminded someone like me- who is trying to figure out where my dreams will lead- that it doesn’t have to be all or nothing. That our dreams and reality work together.

  3. This is incredible. I love reading of your travelling adventures. And so many times my little heart has yearned for “more” than motherhood. Going and seeing and experiencing other places and sites and cultures. What an incredible testimony of how God provided a way for you to do that, right where you are close to your family and home and children. Awesome.

  4. Darcy, I can’t believe I just now found this. What a gift for me to discover. When I read about your friend who listened to you, I remembered a similar conversation with you. What a sweet joy it brings me that you were referring to me and that moment mattered to both of us. God is so good and gives us longings because He uses us as his hands and feet here on this dusty, broken planet. Love to you and your family. I eagerly await hugging you in just a few months.

    • I meant to send you a note when I wrote it. If only I were more organized. ;) So thankful for your tender heart and listening ear toward me in my little identity crisis…and for your heart for the world.

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