"Told Ya"

 

I’m not expecting this at all, even though I’m pretty sure I should have been.

We come in quietly to morning worship thinking we’d be the first ones.  Suradet had said it would start at 5:30, and we had heard the morning bell ring at 5:00 because we’d been up for a bit already.  It’s one of the advantages of jet lag in the first few days.  If there’s something going on at the crack of dawn (which there always is), we’re on it.

I tell Ken I want to take advantage of the cooler temperatures and head over before everyone else to start prepping the white board for this evening’s lesson.  But when we get to the meeting room everyone is already there, just quietly waiting.  For us.  And we’re 15 minutes early.

This is not, not what I am expecting, if you catch my double negative here.  Because, it’s like that sometimes in the mornings.  And while I still find it culturally interesting that stated times don’t really mean much, and that so many children can assemble and wait oh so quietly, sleepiness notwithstanding, it doesn’t really surprise me.

It’s when Wara arrives that things start down a more surprising path.

We have already started our time of prayer and singing when she comes to sit down in the circle across from us.  As soon as I see her I get Ken’s attention, and we all make appropriate-for-the-fact-that-we’re-still-singing-and-praying kind of excited-to-see-you faces and gestures.  I didn’t know she would be here!

Wara is one of our earlier girls, arriving to Hot Springs thirteen years ago when she was nine.  Her father had not been in the picture for some time already.  Her mother is a devote Christian.  Their village was small and poor and had no school.

Fast forward to today.  She stopped in to Hot Springs late last night, coming back from Chaing Rai where she has just completed a two-month off-site course in pursuit of her studies at Bangkok Bible School.  She’s on her way to a ten-month pastoral internship before she returns to complete her final year in class. 

Her face, her being there alone was a truly joyful surprise.  As is completely in the agreement, Wara’s faithful Sponsors who had carried her through from age 9 to 18, opted to end their sponsorship when she left high school.   New Family Foundation remains committed to properly launching our children into their adult lives, so Ken and I took her sort of under our wing.  And delighted to do so.  Because there was something about Wara that made me wonder, “pastorally gifted”? 

And here she is.

Okay, do the double take here.  I said “pastoral internship” and described her as “pastorally gifted”, and I’m talking about a young Thai woman.  Woman.  And without getting too deep into a cultural-theological discussion about egalitarianism’s embryonic state in this part of the world, let’s just say she’s going to be a front runner here. 

During morning worship, Suradet invites her to share a few words to encourage us.  She does so without hesitation, with a clarity and confidence that only enhances her humility.  I’m jet-lagged, it’s morning and my Thai is decidedly ‘rusty’.  But I understand enough to know that she is most certainly a teacher.

Later, before she leaves for her internship assignment, we chat together in the office.  That’s where I realize what’s happened here, and that for some reason it is catching me off guard.

 I affirm her developing spiritual gifts and encourage her to go with God as far as He takes her.  I tell her I think she has what it takes to serve Him as a pastor.  That I put no pressure on her for that at all, but just to encourage her that this is what I see.

 And she thanks me for my role in her life as a supporter and sponsor and that, when it comes to being a woman pastor in an environment that’s not sure it’s ready for such a thing, I have been her example.

Women together serving God as we believed we have been gifted to do so.

“Told ya”, I hear Whispered to my soul.

 Back when I was stepping into this role myself, and many, many times since over the course of pursuing a ministry where I was often enough overtly discouraged, wondering if I could make a difference in any meaningful way, labouring within a misunderstanding that “effective” means having a big church, God more often than often enough brought strength and courage to carry on.  There was good work, big-how-God-measures-big outcomes in the works and He wanted me doing what I was doing.  Time after time, and by many various means He said such things.

 And here today, a little visit from Wara that I wasn’t expecting, brings a reassurance that I should have been.   It matters.  God’s good on His word. 

Later, in the heat of the day, I am feeling it as I lay out the evening’s lesson on the whiteboard, exactly a the time of day I had been hoping to avoid his morning.   But I couldn’t help but be reminded again that the little by little bits I have written on the board will be gathered and put to use by a loving Father who has good plans for His daughters and sons.

Reading with the kids begins tomorrow.  There’s no school!  Did I mention this yet?  The king’s birthday and another festival combine to give us 6 days at home together (plus a rather big surprise for Saturday).

There’s more to come.

In so many ways.

Sunrise Over Taipei

I was actually hoping this would happen.

That once we landed in Taipei, our layover area would indulge me in my addiction to take pictures of the rising sun. The angle isn't great, but enough to realize again that we are on the other side of the world, already into Wednesday morning, safely through the first and longer part of our journey.

I am also excited to post this picture of me with my feet up, with apologies to all my Thai friends for whom feet aren't quite so polite. But in the lower portion of the Taipei waiting areas are these recliners and I have always envied the blessed folks who get there in time to claim one.

Today that's us!

So a short but long enough layover to collect ourselves, freshen up a bit, and hunker down into the last 5 hour flight to Chiang Mai. No re-routing through Bangkok like last time. Yay for that.

Suradet and Yupa have been sending us pictures of their grocery cart and the specialty cereals they've been able to get in anticipation of having Ken at their breakfast table. They've gone all out and I think there's a box of Oreo-themed crunchies waiting. It's already a good holiday.

Or visit. Or ministry trip. Or exotic 45th anniversary destination celebration. Not ever really sure how to answer the question, is this business or pleasure? Ummm...

Yes, it's very much what I do now, and Ken too as a co-representative of New Family Family Foundation in a volunteer capacity. Ministry. Work. It's my job. I have significant materials with me for the preaching and teaching and leading of meetings that will happen while we're here. And it's a full 15 hour day, split in the middle for a rest when the day gets crazy hot. In a summer that has included already some great opportunities for rest and restoration, the next few weeks will definitely press me strongly into 'work mode'.

But how can you call it a job when they call you "Mom"?
Pastor Mom, sometimes. And Ken is "Paw Ken".
How can you call it work when there's jumping and laughing and singing and little voices reciting wonderful things from God's love letter to them?
How can you call it that when you're heart is all in?

For sure, I have to say, that with my feet up for the first time since I snuck in a nap at home more than 24 hours ago, it's feeling all luxury at the moment.

Ken says hi and that he's glad the vending machine has Coke and that we had the right kind of money to put into it. Oreos and Coke. What can I say? He's not hard to please :).

So Happy Wednesday already, everyone.
We're in good spirits. A little weary but not even that much, really.
We'll let you know when we land.

Note: That's 10:30 a.m. Wednesday in Thailand and 11:35 p.m. Tuesday. Don't stay up. :)

Bigger Than the Both of Us

 I love this picture of Ken and I in Thailand in fall of 2015 at one of the Royal Gardens.

That's bamboo behind us.  

It represents to me an aspect of our marriage I totally didn't expect.  That is, how much bigger and broader has been the scope of what God has chosen to do with two awkward kids from Scarborough over the 50 year span of their relationship, 45 of those as a married couple.  

Are you kidding me?  This many 'children' and 'grandchildren'?  Thailand?

It's all the more remarkable since the beginning of our story includes a chapter where I was anguishing over my pre-boyfriend career choice of missionary to Southeast Asia, realizing that if I followed through in the way that would seem most normal - that being Bible School right after high school, then heading off to the other side of the world - I may have to give up some personal dreams.

In the end I relinquished.  On my bed one night after a spell of crying/praying, I said yes to whatever God wanted.  And, well, the rest of it played out so very differently than anyone expected.

Now here we are, 45 years later, heading off to Southeast Asia, as missionaries, together.  Spending time with a family God was building for us, not from our DNA, but from His heart.  

Having just spent an intensely satisfying time with our DNA family, it's a strange and wondrous thing that now, in just a few days, we'll be on the plane for a different kind of family-immersion experience.

All I know is that to say yes to God is to say yes to far bigger things you could possibly imagine.

It's the Ephesians 3:20-21 thing.

"Our God is able to do more than we could ever ask or imagine.  He does everything by His power that is working in us.  Give Him glory in the church and in Christ Jesus.  Give Him glory through all time and for ever and ever."

If you're having a hard time remembering our trip dates, don't worry.  Keeping track of the Breithaupt's summer schedule has become a part time job for me too.

July 25 to August 8 is our time away.

Leaving Toronto Airport at 1:45 a.m. July 25.  Arriving in Chiang Mai Wednesday, July 26 around 10:30 a.m.

Thank you so much, everyone for your support and love!

Because: A Missionary-Pastor's Guide to Getting Away

"Because so many people were coming and going that they didn't even have a chance to eat, Jesus said to His disciples, "Come away with Me by yourselves to a quiet place, and get some rest."  Mark 6:31

It's June so it's time to get to the cottage.

At least, that's been my go-to for the majority of my adult life, both as I was raising kids and then later as I was pastoring a church.  Cross the finish line of a school or ministry season, then head off to that solitary place where life is quieter, simpler, off the radar.

Because ....so many people coming and going.

And now? Now that I'm a missionary-pastor?

I find the people part to still be true.  But the lines of life and ministry are less defined.

Because.

Pastoral work can be Canadian-seasonal.  Missionary work is not.

Working from "Home" has its pros and cons.

With greater freedom comes greater responsibility.

Even so, we're embracing God's good gift of a home by the water, heading away on Sunday afternoon to figure it out and go with the flow.

So.  Just to be clear, because....expectations are real.

I am taking time away from my non-MIR volunteer roles at Highview (helping to plan Sunday morning services, pastoral care involvement) from June 18 to September 3.  I've made special arrangements with my mentoring relationships for the same period of time.  I've let all the folks I'm accountable to know this.

Most of July will be absorbed with final plans of the July trip, prepping lessons and sermons, and making sure we have the books, supplies and Sponsors' packets packed and weighed to take with us.

Ken and I will be travelling together to Thailand from July 25 to August 8.  During this visit we will be holding meetings for the Management Committee of NFF, working with Suradet and Yupa to plan for both their visit to Canada in October and a Team from Highview travelling to Hot Springs in November, helping with the ESL and English Reading initiative with our children there, teaching Bible Lessons each evening, preaching on Sundays, and any other ministry that presents itself while we are there. Communicating with everyone back home is also a high priority.  We'll be busy, don't worry.

August will see us home for a week to recover from jet lag.  I am preaching at Highview on August 13.  We will return to the cottage to finish out the month, following up on the work generated by our visit.  And then, before you know it, it will be the Labour Day weekend when we will be back in the city again.

Somewhere in all of that there is time booked to spend with grandchildren (and their parents) at the cottage.  And hopefully a week or so to completely unplug and just, well, rest.

Because.

Even with the lines less defined, the cottage is a place where life is quieter, simpler and off the radar.

Because.

(whispered) Jesus' invitation is just so compelling.  

Are you kidding me?  

I need to be with Him by myself in a quiet place and get some rest.  

I just do.

Plans and Plans and God's Good Grace

 

And we're off!

Not getting on the plane yet....just catching that wave now of planning, planning, planning.

After the 'travel drought' brought on by the pandemic, it does indeed feel rather 'abundant' for me to have three trips in the works.  Yes, three.  As Missionary in Residence I most certainly have my work cut out for me!

July 

Ken and I will celebrate 45 years of partnership on August 19.  This trip will just be the two of us, and will mark a stage in our lives together that very much centres around all that is the goodness of our Thai family.  We are doubly blessed.  Our "DNA" family is close at hand, and we enjoy the happy presence of all five of our grandchildren in our lives on a regular basis.  The Thai part of our family is quite literally as far away as possible, making our visits with them that much more cherished.  Especially for Ken who normally cares for things at home while I'm gone.  Even though this trip will just involve two people, Ken and myself, there's still a lot to get ready for in terms of sermons, Bible Lessons, ESL and gathering up the packets from Sponsors.  

October

Suradet, Yupa and Bell will come this way.  We are inching closer to purchasing the tickets.  That's when any trip feels 'confirmed' to me, so I'm hoping that can happen in the next week or so.  Meanwhile, plans for their time here are shaping up.  It will include a fun night of music and dessert with a mini 'Thai market' all towards raising funds for New Family Foundation.  Yes, lots of plans underway for this as well.  (And if you'd be interested in contributing to the cost of their ride here, your donation would be most appreciated.  Email me at rabreithaupt@hcckw.ca.

November

Had a first meeting last night with potential Team Members for a trip to Hot Springs in November.  Oh the logistics of gathering seven for such an undertaking.  LOVED the energy and curiosity of everyone at the meeting, and the excitement of those who've been before.  Again, plans are coming together.

For how far out all that sounds, I am reminded again of our dependence on God's loving direction in all our planning. 

"In their hearts humans plan their course, but the LORD establishes their steps."  Proverbs 16:9

And that's exactly how we prayed last night, and how we're approaching all of these trips.  With diligence and surrender both.

Looking forward to reporting on all of these adventures.  

Grateful for all of you who 'go with' me, even when your stay put.

Because of You: Marking the Graduation of Four Young Women

We Don't Take This For Granted

Always everywhere, a graduation is an important marking moment.

Schools make it a big deal.   Families make it a big deal.  And so we should.   A LOT of hard work and perseverance on behalf of the student is being acknowledged.  Yay and hooray!!!

But in Northern Thailand where there are so many children who won't automatically get this opportunity, every educational milestone is all that more remarkable.

I'm so glad I've been to the villages.  I'm so glad I've seen for myself the contrast in what is and is not available for children whose family origins, for oh so many reasons, would not provide the opportunity for a solid education.  I'm so glad it's abundantly clear why celebrating Fah and Pui and Pancake's completion of grade eight - especially since they are girls - is such a very big deal!

Congratulations!!!!

Fah, Pui, Yupa and Pancake - Three girls graduate from Grade 8

To their Sponsors specifically, thank you.

To all our Supporters more generally, you made this possible too.

To everyone who gives, prays, visits, or in any way at all turns your heart and your energies towards us, you have helped accomplish what would never have happened otherwise.  This changes everything for us, and we don't take it for granted.

And then there's Da.

Da Graduates High School and is accepted into Nursing School

 Again, to her Sponsors specifically - you've been in this for the long haul.  And here's proof of your pudding, dear friends.  She came as a shy, sweet girl, struggling to adapt to the demands of learning in Thai (Karen was her first language), and has truly come into her own.  Being accepted into the nursing program at Phra Boromrajonai College of Nursing is no easy thing.  She did it!!!  Congratulations!!!  Her hard work paid off.   And she did it with your support.  Everyone wins in this.  Everyone.

If You Want Part of This Action

Our post secondary students are funded separately from our regular monthly operational budget.  This Student Fund comes primarily from fundraisers marked especially for this,  AND from separate donations specifically assigned as such.

If you are not already part of our New Family Foundation Sponsors and Supporters and would like to be, AND/OR you would like to make a donation in honour of any of our students, we would be so happy to hear from you.  

rabreithaupt@hcckw.ca is a good place to start.  (That's my email.)

You can also head over to Highview Community Church's website and visit the Giving page, and follow directions from there.  Mark your gift "Student Fund". 

So many good things to report.

 

When You Can See It and (Honestly) When You Can't

 In 2008 we were timidly getting to know each other.  They were just children, at-risk but now gathered under the roof of a ridiculously compassionate couple who had suffered poverty themselves as children; people I was also just getting to know.

And now.

Miki is married.

Entorn is married.

Both stepping into this next responsibility of adult life with hope and optimism that comes from having been well fed, well loved and well educated in the context of a stable, grace-filled family.  A solid platform on which they can each build their own families now.

Gotta love it when this happens!!!  And we celebrate and congratulate and praise the God of sparrow-focused compassion Who gifted us with their care when they were so vulnerable.  

"These are my children.  Do something!"  I heard it as clearly as we ever hear these things we claim God spoke to us.  "Feed my sheep."  That's how Suradet says he heard it.  

So we did.

And on wedding days full of joy and flowers and sunshine, it feels so good to have followed those leadings.  It's all worth it when you can see the clear fruit of your investments.

And also.

I won't, but I could list you names of children that left our care prematurely.  We didn't get to see them to that place of strength where you can launch with confidence into a future that isn't determined by poverty.  Children who's living family members don't have the capacity to understand the need for education and take them back to send them to work to make money for the household.  Children who's living family members got too terrified of COVID and were convinced the safest place was to stay isolated in the mountains.  True orphans who's elder siblings made things more complex.  Children who's academic struggles brought their living relatives 'shame', hindering our attempts to find special education opportunities.  I could go on.  Each of these premature goodbyes still stings.  

I have friends who are foster parents in Canada, in a system way more structured and legal than anything we work with in Thailand, who say the same things are in play for them.  We don't call these  children 'vulnerable' for nothing.  Life everywhere, life there, is so complex.  And generational poverty does its damnedest (bad word intended).  We make agreements with living family members, but we do not override the authority of blood relatives.  We are in no way like a 'residential school.'  

So we do what we can do.

And sometimes they grow up and leave to go to university or solid jobs, and keep coming 'home' for holidays and family meals, and find life partners and marry them, and we are so happy and quick to say "yay God" for this!!!  And we should.

But my heart is often drawn back to the other ones.  I still pray for them by name.

Love like you won't get hurt, but you do.

And I write these things today because you really can't have one and ignore the other.  Because it's really a thing to be authentic and tell both kinds of stories.  Because we are entrusted with so much, and absolutely must be honest about it all.  To our supporters.  To ourselves.  

And a huge, huge thank you to Sponsors and Supporters who get it, who stick with us when it's complicated.  Without you, we couldn't be there for any of them.