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Getting Good at Being New

Have you ever been the new kid or the new lady? Have you ever walked into a room and felt the crowd turn to you in question, wondering why you were there? When was the last time you went to an event with no idea how it was meant to play out? New often feels scary and vulnerable, lost and alone.

Last year about this time I posted about being new at skiing. This year I’ve joined Garry in his work in a new way. While this is a different kind of new it reminds me how difficult transitions can be, how important it is how we perceive ourselves, and how many opportunities a new situation brings.

Transitions. They challenge our routine ways of doing things and make us re-evaluate priorities. And while this process can be uncomfortable, it is a huge opportunity to make new and different choices in things we’d like to change. One transition can have a domino effect, causing us to change more things than we’d anticipated. My current work-related transition is creating a ripple effect, strengthening my resolve to eat healthy food, stay active, and keep various spaces in our home better organized.

Perceptions. They are the best predictor of how things will turn out for us as we often choose to fulfill our own perceptions. When we feel capable, we will move towards becoming capable. When we feel intimidated we often lash out at people or withdraw, decreasing the chances that we will develop relationships that will create comfortable places. The most honest way to perceive ourselves is in light of scripture and God’s truth– we are, in fact, exactly who He says we are. And He is truly who He says He is. And the combination makes all the difference.

Opportunities. There are always opportunities, but sometimes they present as challenges. Every situation allows us access into places, lives, and situations that we would not otherwise be part of. Our choice to see the opportunity in the midst of uncomfortable situations is a choice for a better experience and more input into the situation.

I’ve done a lot of being new in my life. And while I haven’t always enjoyed the process, I’ve learned a lot, made many friends, and experienced life all over the globe. Each transition has enriched my life in as many ways as I’ve allowed it to. I’m looking forward to looking back on yet another transition– finding I am comfortable where I once wasn’t, realizing I’ve taken new opportunities, and finding God faithful in yet another area.

I’m doing some off-blog writing about transitions– comment below or send me an e-mail if you’d like to read more!

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7 Comments

  1. Anonymous

    I want more! Always! 🙂

  2. I’ve been through my fair share of transitions in my life – and I would love to hear more about yours. I wasn’t a good ‘mover’ all the time. Now, with health issues keeping me in one place, I’m re-evaluating past transitions – and I’m thankful for them and for my present ‘stopping-place’. As the words of the old song say, “This world is not my home, I’m just a passing through. My treasures are laid up somewhere beyond the blue…”

    • Isn’t that comforting when so many people and so many things are far away, that the treasure is there, beyond the blue?! Would love to hear your thoughts on transitions also, Lisa!

      • My childhood transitions (Finland-America-Manchuria-Yunnan-Ceylon-Finland) seemed ‘normal’ to me until I was eight years old – when for the first time in my life realized that there were people who had lived in the same house since birth! They were my spinster aunts.

        One thing I’m thankful for, I had the privilege of going to the same school in Sri Lanka all through from Kindergarten to High School, except for grades 2-3 in my parent’s home country, Finland. My mother chose to be with us five kids in the town where we had our schools, as she refused to put us into boarding. I’m happy for her choice. There was no alternative in our situation in the 1950’s.

        My father had a Gospel Ship which became a ‘transition requirement’ almost every school holiday. Not my favorite idea of a family holiday – and an impossible alternative for education – with no home-schooling resources.

        The big break-up came when I turned 17. Leaving my childhood home country was devastating.

        After that there were several transitions – studies in England, then working as a volunteer in India and soon after, as a missionary in Thailand. Each move brought new enriching experiences as well as a certain amount of pain.

        Now in my early 70’s I’m beginning to understand the reasons behind the most difficult transitions. That is quite a different story! I’m working through that process now.

      • That is awesome, Lisa! So encouraged to hear those further along in the journey still processing and moving ahead! It gives hope as I walk this journey, that there is always more grace, more opportunity to grow!

  3. Patricia Dye

    Love you! Hopefully my next transition will be Heaven and not a nursing home! God knows!

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