meandering sentiments of a missionary wife and mom: who is me?

at Bethany Christian Home.
taken by nurse Lorna Lynip

My posts are only few and far in between. Time is so screaming fast. Eternity is FAST approaching and we haven't all the time in the world to prepare for it. This life should only be what God intended for... to prepare for eternity. I haven't done enough...

But anyway, if you're really all that curious....
I'm an Asian islander of the Philippines. Brought into the world by a very young couple who’s families (of Mindanao) were both not only very familiar with the spiritual realm, but tried to appease the spiritual realm in some of the most disturbing [but traditionally accepted] methods. After having been introduced to a freeing relationship with Jesus Christ by missionaries, they vowed to break the destructive cycle pulling away from those well entrenched traditions.

If a large family was in their plan, it was thwarted by mom’s cancer. One child is all they were able to bring into the world and she was only part of the first 1 ½ years. Bethany Christian Home (an orphanage started by Luis Lynip after WW II for children who’d lost their parents) was the temporary homestead in Dad’s tearful surrender. A dreaded separation that even I could not fathom from my own younglings.

At age 6 ½ Ermie was flown into the bigger world of Manila on Luzon island and adopted by a Wycliffe missionary. Being a Wycliffe MK became the ultimate identity with a new name: Kimberley. If ever there was a way to become more aware of God’s awesome presence and the hungry world of varying cultures, this was it. And yes, for a very long time I believed it to be the best way….as a missionary kid living beyond the comfortable modernized borders of the United States of America. For it is beyond those borders that there was so much to see and so much more of God's great hand to witness.

After having been given the ultimate childhood, brought up well aware of the world’s need for the One and only, and being blessed with my own beautiful family, there is a most passionate desire to give my children the same experience of world culture sensitive selfless living. Preferably so on the islands of their heritage.

July 26, 2012 We eight finally arrived in the Philippines ready for big changes. The surreal new life chapter and new awesomeness commenced. We are now overseas missionaries, culture sensitive, more Jesus sensitive, and living and running more miles in a minute than ever before.

There are many incredible writers out in the big world wide web. ....like many missionaries who beautifully pen their struggles and judgments of the world and circumstances around them. I've been impressed with my own people. While there are some bloggers that don't have the full understanding of the vast English dictionary [and use terms out of place...me included!] there are those who have seemingly mastered the use of the vocabulary they insert. I've coveted for months the idea of being one of those intellectually wise bloggers and how potentially impressive I could be with my words. But in the end....truly.... the words of Jesus continue to remind me that a wise man is slow to speak while fools rattle about and speak way too much. When this earthly life is over, with all that rattling of opinions and judgments of the world around me....how important will that actually be and of what benefit? For any judgments I make of everything/everyone in life I also cast on myself by those very measures. Better to say little than too much.

These meandering diary entries are full of free words and free spirit....with an aversion to perfect grammar. You've been privileged with access. ^_^ Take off your shoes, pour yourself a cup of coffee or tea, and read through for a few mintues. Maybe...just maybe... you will get to watch me grow, you may find a kindred spirit here....mmmm......maybe ^_^ NO gaurantees.... !!

pics below from our very short 2011 visit to the provincial mountains from whence I came into the world.....