I visit strengthfromgod.com on a regular basis looking at photos and thinking about times past, but it has been a while since I have posted. I am currently attending Wheaton College in Illinois which has kept me relatively busy over the past few months. The transition to an American college I am familiar with was harder than I expected. I am no longer totally American. I am not the same girl that arrived in Jakarta sixteen months ago. In the words of my twelve year old brother I am crazier. I interpret “crazier” as different — different in a strange way and different in a good way.
Trying to describe a way I feel different, I will tell a story from the time I attended the transfer orientation at Wheaton. I remember telling my dad that I didn’t fit in with the transfers because the school I was transferring from (STT SETIA) was so different from the US schools other students were transferring from. Neither did I fit in with the freshmen. I also told him I didn’t fit in with the US born and reared kids or the overseas missionary kids. My wise dad responded, “You don’t not fit in with anyone; you fit in with everyone.”
Since I have arrived back in the states in May, I have spent a good amount of time messaging people I met in Indonesia. Many are fellow students, caring teacher, or just friends. (And a few are complete strangers simply wanting to practice their English.) Most of these messages are in Indonesian, others are in English, and some are in both. I am very appreciative of the internet that allows continued communication with friend so far away. I want God’s light to shine through me in my life. This includes loving people around me in Illinois, people down south in Georgia, and everyone I know across the world. My prayer is that God uses me. I hope to be an encouragement to others as they are to me.
Today I had a professer from my school in Indonesia message me. He sent some pictures from last April when our school help an event at Cibubur, a campground. We left campus for a few days, attended seminars outdoors, played games, and slept in soggy tents. I had a love hate relationship with the experience at the time, but I came away with many great memories. One of my favorite parts of the camp was participating as a flag bearer.
I know many Indonesian have tried to befriend some of you on Facebook. If any of you all have received Facebook messages from Indonesians who are friend with me, feel free to ignore them without guilt. I don’t personally know every one of my Facebook friends any more. Most just want to be Facebook friends, but some genuinely want to learn English. If you have a desire to help some Indonesian students with their English a Facebook group exists (SETIA LEARNING ENGLISH). You could be helpful in this group where friends from my school communicate with other English speakers to practice what they are learning. I could also personally recommend some students to you. The school I attended was not an international school and had limited resources for the students trying hard to learn English.
A lot of the thinking I have done over the past few months has been processing my fast-paced, emotionally overwhelming freshman year of college at Setia and moving forward into my sophomore year at Wheaton. I am adjusting to a newer perspective on life as well as trying to learn what God has for me in every dimension of my life.