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Ideal Friday evening

It’s quiet right now, an ideal Friday evening. We’re reading and writing, chatting a little about life between the silences, and simply being.  It’s strange how seldom this happens. Life is busy. We’re running, we’re doing, we’re busy. We have people over and we go out. We are involved and engaged.

And then suddenly, quiet. We value this because we’ve learned the hard way that we need it. All four of us. Parents, grown son, and nearly grown son. We have lived many different ways and survived deep changes. The process has been amazing and beautiful, terrible and painful.

Some of my best family memories are  of  a Sunday morning spent listening to songs chosen by our sons, sometimes crazy songs with round-about lyrics and sometimes straightforward worship music. Terere, a Paraguayan ritual we’d carried with us to Philippines, made its way around our small circle as we sat together. We discussed the music. After a while we’d turn on a podcast we were interested in. When it finished we’d chat about what we’d heard and the week just passed. There was wood carving and drawing and painting in the circle. For a while friends joined our circle and we enjoyed the quiet together.  About the only thing we tried to keep outside the circle was hurry, though it sometimes crept in also.

Sometimes we planned a day of rest only to interrupted by an emergency. Sometimes we’d get a text, or turn on the radio at noon, and find our plans meaningless in the face of urgent need. Each of us had our job in those times– food, overnight bag, phone calls, and weather checks were the norm as we went methodically about the business of doing our best to get Garry out the door to do a medical flight or an evacuation. Our plans were soon forgotten in the rush and noise of interruption. The radio always crackled in the background during those times, its static somehow friendly because we knew it was what allowed us to stay in touch.

There were times we survived too long without quiet, getting by on too little sleep and driven by seemingly endless needs. Conversations and tempers both got shorter. We questioned one another’s motives and wished for more hours in a day and more energy in our bodies. Non-essentials were left undone and efficiency became king. If we didn’t choose to stop, it was chosen for us. Paperwork, sickness, or unavoidable obstacles would put us out of commission and we’d find it was a good place to regroup and get back to basics.

As I sit here writing I ponder the path that has brought us here and I am deeply grateful. I’m thankful we value this, and I’m thankful we do it. And I’m just a bit surprised still at how ideal this evening feels.

Friends, friction, and prayer

I’ve heard that more people leave mission aviation because of problems with other people than for any other reason. I’ve seen it. I’ve experienced it.  Generally, the friction between my friends and me seems resolvable: there are godly ways to discuss, forgive, and move on. I am ok with agreeing to disagree. I don’t mind if they don’t like all my choices or I sometimes think they could have done better. All in all, when the problem is mine, I feel I have options on how to resolve it. The harder thing is when my friends have friction with one another.

IMG_2841 You know, when one friend quits talking to another friend or shares how upset they are with another’s actions. When friends have issues with other friends. When people’s children struggle. Often I can see both sides of the story, though sometimes I would naturally side with one or the other. But what can I do about their friction? How do I handle their relationships with one another when I value my relationship with both of them?

I’ve had cause to ponder these things, and my pondering have led me back to prayer. Not the prayers we grind out because they’re smart to say, nor the prayers that we utter when we’re at the end of our rope, but the prayers of faith spoken as a powerful weapon, the weapon we believe best suited to the current situation. Often the prayers of faith come only with the passing of time and running out of other options first.

Prayers that come from a deep-seated faith that God wants to answer are always the best option. These prayers are rooted in the promises and commandments of God. It’s these kinds of prayers that change situations while changing us. And it is these kinds of prayers that I find most effective when praying for friends who are experiencing friction. So, while I often take the long way around or the winding path, I find that this is a place where I find resolution and comfort when friends are walking through friction with one another.

This has been my journey, where has yours taken you?

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