Who stretches your mind?
Who shares your tears?
Who rebukes you?
Who coaches you?
Who protects you?
Who plays with you?
Who seeks God with you?
Who listens to you and encourages your dreams?
These questions are from the book A Resilient Life by Gordon MacDonald. The names that make up the answers to these questions constitute your inner circle group of friends and mentors – your Happy Few. This has been quite possibly the number one most difficult issue for us since leaving the USA for the mission field… the change/ loss of our Happy Few. Back in Texas, I didn’t even have to think about the answers to these questions. Their names were a part of my everyday life. These people were so interconnected to my soul that they were as important as breathing for me. When I had a bad day, I knew exactly who to call. When I felt like I couldn’t find the answers, when I needed to go have fun, when I needed to bounce a difficult situation off of someone else’s brain… I knew exactly who the right people were for these tasks. They were the Happy Few. They were the people who showed up when I was sick and took care of my kids and husband. They were the
people who surrounded me when a perceived injustice was afoot. They were the friends who knew, just by looking at my face, exactly what I was thinking and exactly what I needed at the moment. They were also the people who were there when we struggled with saying goodbye to life in the USA and setting out into the unknown of Peru.
Since our move into full-time missions and a life outside the USA, our Happy Few has slowly changed. Not that they aren’t still dear friends, but they are now 3000+ miles away and the physical distance makes life “different”. When we are back in the
USA, we can count on having our Happy Few around us. When we’re home, they are right there to listen, to play, to laugh, to
share. They are the people who could always be found sitting on my porch. When we are home, we sit on someone else’s porch now, but the love and the friendship is still rich.
It has been difficult to live life without our Happy Few. We have tried to find people in our new culture who could be our “Peruvian happy few”, but relationships of any sort come slowly here and really true, deep relationships (the kind we knew in the States) are almost non-existent in a culture with such deep-rooted distrust and self-preservation survival issues. Sometimes we think that we are close to finding that special someone who can fill the shoes and be the answer to one of the roles of the Happy Few, but then we feel the distance again and we realize that we are possibly as close as
we will ever be able to get to most people here. We will forever be the gringos or the missionaries or the foreigners, even though we live here and have assimilated into the community and work side-by-side. Many have even told us that they trust us more than they trust their other neighbors or friends. But there is still an invisible wall… We will forever be more ‘north american’ than‘peruvian’ no matter how much we try, and perhaps this plays a major part in our “Happy Few”.
Today, our ‘new, long distance Happy Few’ looks a little different than it did a few years ago. We have a dear friend that has been an important accountability partner and listening ear to us. He calls regularly to check up on us, to encourage us, to spur us on, and to pray with us. He is responsible for our entire ministry today, as it was him who held our feet to the fire and pushed us to take an important step to open the first part of the ministry here. There is another friend from back home who regularly sends us mail (REAL mail with stamps and handwritten notes!) and encourages us. Within the past year, I have been blessed with three female relationships that have been such a breath of fresh air for me. One is physically here and we meet weekly for coffee and much-needed ‘girl-talk’ time. The two others are long-distance friends who have begun to share life with me via Skype, email, and Facebook. The beauty of these relationships is made in the transparency and the depth at which we can share, laugh, and cry together.
I thank God for my new Happy Few, for my old Happy Few, and for the future personalities that I know he will place in my path. I encourage you to recognize how blessed you are if you have a Happy Few and to tell them so today. They
are truly a gift from God! Life
without a Happy Few is rough… find a few with whom you can walk the path
In my USA life, I was a teacher in Texas for 15 years. I was also a professional photographer, a soccer mom, a horsewoman, and the neighborhood hospitality queen. I did "Joanna Gaines farmhouse style" before Chip and JoJo were even a thing - we restored an 1884 Victorian farmhouse in small town Texas and did shiplap walls until I thought I'd go crazy. I taught at NASA, scuba dived with astronauts in training, and studied animals at Sea World for educational purposes. I've tried just about everything, because I have an insatiable need to know if I can do it! Never underestimate a Texas girl in cowboy boots!
In 2006, my husband Billy and I became cross-cultural workers (CCWs) with TMS Global. For five years, we served in three rural Quechua Wanca villages in the Andes of Peru. And when I say rural, I mean RURAL - like no potty! I spent my days in Peru learning to live a Quechua lifestyle in a rustic adobe house - cooking Peruvian foods, sewing with Quechua women, raising my chickens and goats and pigs, and planting my gardens. Now I live my life in small town Spain, serving other cross-cultural workers via teaching and training and care, and helping displaced people to navigate their new reality in Europe.
I'm passionate about fostering personal growth, growth in community, and growth in The Kingdom. Walking alongside others and helping them to use their unique design, their gifts and strengths and maximize their abilities to fulfill their God-given purpose - that's what makes my heart sing!