Upside to Culture Stress: Part Two

In my previous post I talked about how Culture Stress is like death by a thousand small cuts because you miss everything known and familiar. But how even though that's kind of a huge bummer, it's all good because God is more than enough and He gives you His strength to run on. So if Culture Stress can have an upside, falling even more in love with Jesus is one of them. However, Culture Stress has one more upside and that is falling in love with your hometown. That's right. IN LOVE, with your hometown.

My hometown is Carthage, Missouri. Population 14,502 and I know almost every single one of them and I used to hate that fact. But now, after graduating high school, packing my bags, and moving all the way on the other side of the world, I miss it. In fact, I miss almost everything I used to dislike. So here it is, my new favorite things of my hometown. Along with some of my old favorite things:

1. My Entire Town
Yes, I love and miss all 14,502 people from Carthage, Missouri. Even the people I promised myself I would never miss, I really miss. Amazing how growing up does that to you. But besides the people, I miss the feeling of Carthage. The small-town-everyone-knows-everyone feeling.





2. Pancake Hut
Pancake Hut, my very first real job where I worked as a waitress and fell in love will all my regular customers. Where one would walk in and I already had their food and drink on the table. Where they kept me up to date on the latest news in town. Where I knew I would be missed when I moved. Where I watched the Maury Show with my coworker during the slow shifts. Yeah, I really miss that place. If you stop in, make sure to order the Triple Decker Club Sandwich! It's the best.

 

 

3. Route 66 Drive-In
I had no idea how badly I took for granted the fact that Carthage is one out of 364 in the entire United States! How blessed I was to be within ten minutes from it. Thank you, Lord!













4. Home of the Carthage Tigers

If you would have told me ten months ago that I would miss high school, I would never have believed you. But honestly, I really miss it. I miss the football games, the spirit week, the homework, the expectations being so clearly laid out, all of that jazz. Even though my experience wasn't the greatest, I still really miss it. Shocking, huh?




5. My Home.
Seriously, I miss my house. I miss kicking my shoes off in the mud room and walking in barefoot. I miss the smell of whatever my mom was cooking. I miss the dogs that run to greet me at the door. I miss my dad coming home and getting to see him and hearing about how good (or bad) that day went. I miss the lack of greenery because my mom can't remember to water plants. I miss the messy lived in look of our home. I just really miss our home.

Upside of Culture Stress: Part One

I once heard that Culture Stress is like death by a thousand cuts. I'm here to tell you that, that is so incredibly true. It's not any one thing that does you in, it's a thousand little things. Like there isn't a Walmart, I have to speak an unfamiliar language, the food isn't quite my thing, I can't drive, I miss my parents, and so many other things.



Fried Rice

I keep reminding myself that God is more than enough for me, and when I feel like I can't run on my own strength, I'm reminded I'm supposed to run on His. He specifically said MORE. So I will hold on to that "more" part when I feel like I can't eat another spoonful of rice, or nobody understands why I'm crying about chipped nail polish. (Seriously, I cried over chipped nail polish. Culture Stress makes you emotional, people.) Sometimes holding onto the hope of Jesus is all you can do, and then remember it's all you need. Thank you, Lord, that you listen to my whines and cries even when it's about toe nail polish and you love me every second of it.

After crying about the toe polish thing, my sweet
Sister-in-Law gave me some of hers :)

But one of the two upsides of Culture Stress is that it totally makes you fall in love with Jesus more and more. He continually shows me He's right there with me. He continually gives me His strength. When I'm sick and tired of walking everywhere, he meets me on my long walks and lets me see beautiful sights and things. When I really don't want to go serve somewhere, he tells me to get up, get over myself, and do what I came here to do and rewards me for my obedience. He's so good. Even when I cry and tell Him I want to go home, He always encourages me and uplifts me. He understands me better than I understand myself. It's amazing how he transformed my life and I can't help but praise and thank him for every minute he gives me. Yeah, he's basically just really good.