I made it home!

The last two weeks before I was scheduled to leave, I came down with a nasty case of insomnia.  Never had it before and it drove me nuts.  I kept telling my brain to SHUT UP!  It wouldn't.  Guess I should be glad I have a good one, or one at all.  Twice stayed up all night and into the next day.  Certainly doesn't make for very good cognitive function.  Eventually the body does pass out, and of course it was always at the most inconvenient time.  Two days before I was to leave, I finally got up and dressed after not being able to sleep the entire day before and caught a taxi tot he hospital.  The ER doc was NOT very nice.  Rude is the better word.  Before he even came in to see me, the brought me the list of the costs for each test and asked if I still wanted to be seen.  Great!  So they think I'm somebody off the streets or whatever.  I told them I didn't care what it cost (I knew insurance would cover 100%).  Then the doc came in and rudely asked me what was my emergency in an unkind manner.  I've been working on assertiveness; something I haven't been real strong in a long time, so I stood up and looked him in the eye and listed 1,2,3 reasons I was there and told him I DID NOT appreciate his attitude.  Go Missy! I was so tired. I'm normally not that grumpy but I didn't hold back.  

Because of the fusion in my neck, they ordered an X Ray.  I asked how long till that happened.  1 hour.  Great.  So I laid down on the hospital bed and next thing I know the X Ray tech is waking me up 1 hour later for my X Ray.  I was so exhausted that I couldn't think straight. After the doc ruled out I didn't have drugs in my blood, he finally treated me better.  I asked him for a shot of Tylenol.  It's worked before, so much better than orally.  I told the doc I was a missionary, then looked him in the eye and asked him if he knew what that was.  He said yes, that he was a Christian.  And that was the end of that.

I checked out with a 300 Euro bill to pay and caught a cab back to my flat.  I slept for 5 hours.  It was worth it.  My next fun project was to pack up 3 months worth of clothing starting with my winter coat since I was there Feb. 1st and now it was May and beautiful out.  I had no strength to do it.  My dear sweet friend Theoni came over and she packed both my large bags up.  I was so grateful!  Little things like that mean so much.  I can't wait until she gets here the end of August.  She has two weeks off and at 32, I want her to see the U.S.   I'll have to line her up with some of my younger friends.  

I was able to get a better connection on Lufthansa, but had to leave for the airport at 4:30 in the morning.  Those who know me know I consider that an ungodly hour.  But, I had insomnia so why not!  I tried to get my landlord to take me but he couldn't.  Theoni again to the rescue offered, then she had to work all day at the ministry as a receptionist.  Bless her Lord.  I didn't even go to sleep.  No point.  I was all packed and when she arrived off we went.  We got the Lufthansa and were checking my bags in. I was so grateful she didn't just drop me off because Greek is a very difficult language and she is fluent in english too. Check in is different in Greece.  In fact, many, many things are different.  When we went back to get my ticket I realised I didn't have my new iPhone.  I freaked.  I had my mac air so could communicate where there was wifi. I thought I left it in the flat so she would go back and get it, then overnight it to me.  Ok, all figured out so I hugged her, kissed each cheek Greek style and said good bye for now.  I got to the gate and sat down.  Next thing I know they call me up to the desk.  I went and they hold out my phone and ask if I'm missing it.  I couldn't believe it!!  I put my thumb in to turn it on and they gave it to me.  

Later I found out what happened on Theoni's end.  She went to her car and saw my phone on the seat.  Thank God the girl is 32 and works out.  She sprinted into the airport and went straight to a policemen. He directed her to Lufthansa.  She wanted to give back the 40 euros I'd given her but they wouldn't accept. I told her to keep it. Lufthansa got the phone to the gate and that's the end of that story.

My time in Greece was AMAZING! I learned so much living among another culture, which is what I wanted to do. I learned about the Greek Orthodox church and how it is different from the Catholic church.  I would have preferred Italy, but the Lord put Greece in my path. (Rome is my favourite city in the world, especially St. Peter's cathedral).  I love the Greeks too.  Alexander the Great conquered the known world by 29; that's incredible history.  I'd been to Athens before so had seen the Coliseum and the Acropolis. It just didn't mean as much as the Roman antiquities do to me.  One thing I found interesting is in Greece and most of Europe, people don't go clubbing to party.  They go out late like 10 for dinner, drink coffee (i couldn't stomach it, too much acid) and they visit.  

In my neighbourhood, in the centre was St. Thomas' church and a big square where there were many different tables covered by umbrellas where the surrounding restaurants would bring out food and drinks.  There was a play ground for kids and grass for football (soccer).  I think they've got the right term of football because no hands are used.  I don't know why we picked up football as we call it in America. Anyway, after 10 you see families with children, elderly folks and young folks all having a great time.  I think it's better than going to bars personally, but what do I know, haven't been in one in 27 years.  There's real conversation and connection with one another.  

At this point I don't know if I'll continue using my skills and talents God gave me to serve Him more on the mission field. I didn't have any culture shock.  Actually, they told me the insomnia was reverse culture shock and that made sense because I had built a family, vendors and friends in my neighbourhood. They're such kind people.  It was funny how I'd walk in a store and they'd greet me with Yasso, which means how ya doing.  I'd look at them and sometimes respond the same but when I saw hello in English, all the sudden I was royalty or something.  They all wanted to practice their english on me.  When I was in the hospital, one nurse spoke to me in english, but told me she didn't speak english and I said YES YOU DO, you're doing it right now!  

It kind of bothered me that I wasn't helping any one personally, but I realised that to account for donations and organise each team, there is no ministry.  Companies can't operate without a finance or accounting department.  So my role was/is important.  I had the best boss and his wife over me.  Stephan and Mary are from Georgia.  They have four kids.  I saw how much Stephan sacrificed for that ministry and I knew that Mary was sacrificing just as much raising 4 very intelligent inquisitive children at home.  The Lord showed me early on they were a team.  I spent one day before I left with Mary and told her what I had been shown.  She teared up and told me that when she was selecting a major in college, the Lord told her it didn't matter what she chose because He was calling her to be a wife and mother!  Bravo Mary, Bravo!!  (the Greeks use Bravo a lot; the also say "ney, ney, ney" often and it means yes, yes, yes.  That one had me confused for the first week.  I was thinking you're saying ney, but your nodding your head?

Well, that's all I have to say about my incredible Greek missionary trip.  I really would like to go to Italy, but perhaps on a shorter term and spend more time exploring.  I have no idea what God has in plan for me, but my favourite verse that I count on is Romans 8:28 "God works all things together for the good of those who love Him and are called according to His purposes".  It's going to be good.

Blessings, Plumbless

I don't want to go!

No, I don't want to go yet!  May 1st marks my 3 month tourist visa and I'm supposed to be out of the Schengen countries.  All Schengen countries are part of the E.U. but not all E.U. countries (like England, Ireland, Scotland) are part of the Schengen countries.  Poor Greece.  They're a mess and at a time like this when they need income they're stuck and have to make sure all passports show a person staying 3 months or less.  I've come to love Greece.  Not only for the history but for their love of family & warmth to crazy American strangers such as myself and the quirky way they do things.  Today I found out all checks, few and far between, are signed by the last name first, then the first name.  All legal documents are signed this way.  Odd, but okay.  They just do things different than we do and that doesn't make them/us wrong or right.

I fell in love with all the people working for Hellenic Ministries.  All of them speak Greek, most speak english and a few speak a little english.  I loved being on the finance team and serving under Stephan Calhoun, with his wife Mary making them a team who made sure I was okay.  I'm a big observer (airports are great for viewing people and their quirks).  I observed Stephan deal with very frustrating issues and never once lose his temper.  One morning specifically I went in and my heart was so heavy.  Sometimes I have dreams of my life before being single again.  I wake up and don't know where I am or if I'm married. One morning was particularly bad.  Most of the guys and some gals too ride motorcycles because it is economical and faster travel, Stephan included.  He came in and checked with each member of his team and when he got to me he saw a wounded soldier.  He asked me if it was the thyroid problem; I said no.  He asked me if it was the H1N1 flu; I said no. I told him I was grieving extra heavily that day and instantly he went from a genius CFO to a kind and gentle pastor, praying with me and encouraging me.  I was amazed and so grateful! One other victory I've had here is complete disuse of pain medication!  It has really made a difference in my clarity of mind.

I haven't written in a while because I've been helping in the office and in my free time I've been wandering around, spanning out from my neighbourhood. People and families don't come out to eat or socialise until after 9:00 p.m. I'm usually in bed by 9:30 plus I never had any reason to stay out (no dates).  Every where I went I spoke english.  Every one was happy to try their english with me and most of them did very well.  I had developed a nice relationship with my mini mart guy who made sure I always had my favourite juice in stock.  All he knew was greeting me with the standard "yasso!" to which I replied the same.

Then there was the video store rental man who I saw twice a week.  I was such a mess when I first went in there to join.  I didn't even know my address!  I began carrying it in my pocket, as recommended by my Dad. I also put an emergency number on it.  I had taken a picture of my passport and tried to show him.  His name is Michael, which is the same as mine, Michelle, in Europe.  He ended up with a hearty laugh and signed me up.  I pulled out my monopoly money (that's what the Euro looks like to me) and held it to him to take whatever i owed.  I never had any one try to cheat me.

Then there was Ellen who ran the patisserie where I got my baklava from (yes, I gained 10 lbs, boo hoo).  I finally got sick of it and stopped. I walked around the neighbourhood square that had restaurants and coffee shops all around the perimeter, a soccer field in the middle, a church (orthodox) on one end and the children's hospital at the other end.  It was a busy place and at night was when people came out and enjoyed one another plus their children loved playing in the square.

One morning I was walking to get some juice and saw two different people at different locations dumpster diving for something to drink or eat.  I couldn't tell if they had a drinking problem or what, but my heart grieved for them.  The economy and politics here is a mess.  Of course the U.S. is no different with our out of control debt.  The only difference is because Greece belongs to the E.U. they can't print their own money like we do.

Today I had an extensive medical workup and my EKG showed a slight problem.  One building had an internist, cardiologist and surgeon.  All surgery required bloodworm, chest X-ray, and seeing the three doctors.  When I get home I have to go see a cardiologist and have another EKG.  He did say it could be the result of the H1N1 virus.  After specific surgeries, the patient stays over night for observation.  That's where I am right now.  It was a female issue that I hadn't had the opportunity to do until the inexpensive prices here.

Greece is a socialist country.  All education is free, every one has health care (they must have a job though).  Many of the industries are state owned.  Each one of the doctors I spoke with today were happy to have an American to speak with and practice their english. Every where I went workers remembered me and loved to talk.  I thought I was having a conversation with my minimart guy only to realise in the middle that he didn't understand a single word I was saying; he just smiled. It was quite humorous!  

My anaesthesiologist brought her husband, also an anaesthesia guy, to check on me before dinner.  She talked extensively with me about the terrible public education and some other problems.  She said she was fortunate to be able to send her 10 yr old son to private education, among other things.  She wants to bring him in to practice his english with me.  I'm happy to accommodate!  She was one of the best doctor's I've ever met.  All the doctors were very personable and none used the title "doctor".  Being a socialistic country, they had free medical education.  I'm not sure if their salaries are limited or not.

I tend to be a routine person.  I like routines, not change.  I finally came to that point after the first month.  And now I'm very comfortable in my little apartment.  I haven't been cooking at all.  I've been eating fresh fruit (great pears!), crackers, juice and some yogurt.  Sometimes I went to the square and found a greek restaurant that had pre-cooked meals.  Most the meals fed me for two days and it was all excellent.  Surprisingly a gyro costs 2E and was very filling; but a meal at the square is 7E.  At the office I discovered The Noodle, a chinese restaurant.  It was delicious but it cost 9E.  One of the other missionaries teetered on what to eat.

Every missionary has to raise their own support so their budgets are tight.  Andrew was the one who teetered; he is a Canadian and also a genius.  He managed the missionary's server and other tasks. There were 4 of us single women, all the rest were married, or their husbands worked and the wife stayed home to take care of the children.  I loved to see the children being taught Greek in school.  I' always wished I could've put my young sons in a similar language program.  When I went to Galatas for a weekend, another woman and her daughter were also there. The mother is french, the father is german.  she speaks only french to their two daughters and he speaks only german.  Both daughters are learning english in school. Oh how I wished I'd had that education.  I find it quite interesting that all these small countries in the EU have their own language and most learn at least one of the other languages plus english.

Well I haven't decided whether I will leave May 1 or go to Rome and stay a few extra days.  My doctor has said he would give me a note that I cannot fly to the US after surgery.  I love Rome!  I was fortunate to find my apartment which at such a bargain of $550 per month.  Food I would have to pay where I am so I don't count that as a missionary expense.  By the way, I stopped getting lost after 3 weeks!  I began to see some of the same people walking around and I felt comfortable in my little niche and at the HM office. I think I paid about 150E on taxi's in my job to visit all the HM ministries which were all over the place in Athens.

I'm so thankful for those of you who donated!  Even the $25 donation was a blessing!  I've never gone on a mission trip and here the Lord sends me for three months to Greece. I've always been an adventurer at heart and sure that I can do anything with the Lord behind me.  On my 19th birthday, i left Michigan in my little lime green VW Rabbit packed with all my belongings and moved to Tampa.  I got a job, found a place to stay and began my life. I knew I didn't want to put down roots in Michigan because of the grey winters. It was either Colorado or Florida.  I waited a year got my instate tuition and began at the University of South Florida. I loved Colorado at Christmas with my brother and his family.  I think I may consider moving to Colorado, LOL!

I'm so very thankful to have accumulated miles on American and United so I can get a $2,500 ticket home for 30k miles!  Such a deal.  I've done that by charging all my bills on a mileage credit card and then paying the card off when my income comes in.  I believe they call that mileage hijacking.  It's been very beneficial for me.

Time to say goodbye and I'll write again after I figure out my return schedule.

Bless you all!
Missy Plum

Hello, I'm back!  Still recovering from that H1N1 Swine flu bug.  It really knocked me on my butt.  Yesterday I was able to spend a few hours in the HM office but then got too weak and had to call it a day.  Thankfully my "boss" is very understanding and has learned to keep his peace by rolling with the punches. I'm so fortunate to have him, and his wife.  Together they make a wonderful team and she has helped me when I've been so sick.  I had no idea how serious the H1N1 virus is...people are dying from it.  Back in 2012 I came down with pneumonia while out of town.  I'd never had it before and just thought I had bronchitis.  I spent 5 days in that lovely hospital.  Ever since then, if I start to cough deeply, I run to the ER.  I don't want to mess with that again.  I think I was able to recover faster than normal was because the first day I felt really sick I made it to the ER and spent 4 days in the Athens hospital.  It was very nice and all the nurses were interested in the American in room 532. It was another of those experiences along my journey that I don't regret, and was very comfortable there.

Two weekends ago I rented a car and drove to Galatos which sits on the Greek mainland on the sea front.  I found a lovely room through airbnb that was up on a hillside with amazing views.  It was relaxing and peaceful, just what I needed.  I took a cab to Avis, got a little rental car and drove to Galatos.  The day I was to leave I got all packed and ready to leave when I realised the battery was dead.  I wasn't going anywhere!  I'm so used to my car back home that has auto lights.  I forgot to turn the lights off and voila! a dead battery.  My hostess called a neighbour and two guys came to help.  Next problem was we couldn't find the latched to open the hood.  The guys read all the manuals and couldn't find anything. Finally one of them thought to google it. Smart guy!  The latch release was under the front emblem when you turn it sideways.  It was the craziest thing I've ever seen.  So, they got the car started and off I went on my 2.5 hour voyage back to Athens.

Along the drive back I decided to listen to some playlists I have on my phone.  What I didn't realise was quickly that would drain my battery.  I always travel with an external battery back up, but it ate that up in 30 minutes.  Coming into huge Athens I had no map and no idea of how to get back to Avis.  I drove round and round the Parliament building and old downtown.  I really have had enough of being lost!  I finally pulled into a gas station where the owner give me preliminary directions. I was getting back in my car when a taxi drive was just paying for his gas.  I went over and asked him if he would let me follow him to Avis but first I needed an ATM to pay him.  That was the best 6E I've ever spent!  I got the car returned, caught a taxi to my flat and dropped on my bed after the almost unbelievable day.  All along the way I was praying and asking God to help me.  That taxi driver was in the right place at the right time and I was so grateful!

A couple weeks back a friend on Facebook started a conversation on the refugee crisis and asked me for my input as I am here on the ground.  I was still in the hospital and said I'd get back after I was well.  I really didn't want to get involved in a conversation with people who had no clue what they were talking about.  I gave the basic info.  I'm proud to be with an organisation that is on the ground helping these people.  There are many NGO's (non-governmental organisations) that are working together to help these people.  If you sit down and hear their stories you may weep like I did.  How could any one turn away people who are being slaughtered in their homeland and are completely defenceless.  I don't want to talk politics, I want to meet real needs from people who are fighting for their lives.  I was talking with my sister about this issue and she said it reminds her of the Jews that fled nazi Germany.  I'm not going to compare that horrific atrocity Hitler brought about; there's no way to compare those two other than human suffering.

Before I came February 1st to Greece many of my friends were concerned about a hidden agenda, like perhaps it's a trojan horse.  It wasn't until I crossed paths with these families who are broken down and in deep need.  While I was at the inner city site for helping these people, I learned from the director that they're doing bible studies with the men and about 40-50% are converting to Christianity.  Apparently they've been so brainwashed and not allowed to think for themselves, mainly led by fear of those mad men trying to destroy these people.  It's sickening to see what they've gone through and like the Jews, the world just watches it, thens go back to whatever they were doing, maybe saying a prayer.  I still can't get over 40-50% of muslims running for their lives converting to Christianity once they've found help.

I'm not here only to do some needed accounting, but to do whatever else the Lord leads.  Helping these people is also a needed.  Every time I've tried to make it to Monday night when HM (my NGO) feeds the homeless and needy, something gets in my way.  This flu has really intruded in my desire to help more.  I have to leave May 1st, which is the 3 month period allowed for a tourist visa.  According to the Schengen rules, I can be in the European Union for 3 months, then must leave the EU and can't come back until another 6 months.  I'm bummed about that because it's only 3 weeks around the corner.  I'm definitely going back home to see my youngest before he heads west working in Alaska and hoping to find a job in Idaho where we have friends who have welcomed him.  He may not even come back for Christmas, but I think he will.

I'm praying now about whether I want to be a full time missionary or what.  It's really nice because if I'm not feeling up to it, I can rest and no one will judge me.  They're thankful for the help and appreciate whatever I can give. For now, I've been working from my flat but I'm feeling tired and think it's time I rest.

Blessings to all,
M

It's Monday evening and I've settled in with a nice cup of loose tea.  I've been going to a few shops for certain items consistently and have become on a first name basis with 3 so far.  Michael runs the video store, Natasa runs the mini mart that has basic needs like juice, peanuts, chewing gum and Helen runs the patisserie that has fresh baklava.  I see Michael about every 3 days, and same with Natasa as her store is across the street of Michael's.  I used to see Helen every other day but I've given up that desire.  Nearby is a large park, I think I've talked about it before.  All around the perimeter of the park are wonderful restaurants and the shops.  I've yet to go out to dinner because I just don't feel comfortable dining alone.

I've yet to return to work.  I've done a few small things, basically getting a game plan in line while I continue to recover.  It just amazes me how much strength the flu zaps out of one.  I woke up this morning with a cough again and out loud said "oh no you don't!  Sickness you're not welcome!"  I talk out loud to myself and the Lord a lot.  The many months before I was finally launched for the Greece mission position, I learned how to enjoy the Lord's company just us two.  I do pretty well as long as I communicate with someone during the day.  Good days are when I accomplish quite a bit, which leaves me feeling happy.  I feel like I've finally found my purpose, at least for this stage of my life.  Both boys are pursuing their own journeys and I pray I'll be a part of them, especially when and if grandchildren come.

I've been wanting to go visit Corinth where the Corinthian church started by Paul has much history now.  I looked on AirBnB, found a place with a private room and bathroom and I'm going Friday, returning Monday.  I'm looking forward to doing some sight seeing and catching up on I and II Corinthians.  Athens has so much history covering Greek and Roman periods.  One period of history I haven't studied is Alexander the Great and he deserves some study.

Last night I went and rented my usual 8 movies (they're 1.5 euros each or $1.65).  One of my friends said they thought Easter is celebrated at a different day than the Catholic and Protestant churches.  I don't quite know the difference between the Catholic church, the Greek Orthodox and the Russian Orthodox churches.  So when I went over to get some juice from Natasa and I asked her if next weekend was Easter.  She speaks english pretty well but didn't know what I was talking about.  I used hand motions to show the cross, nails in the hands, dying, then rising.  Then she understood!  I asked Michael the same thing and he had the same response.  Then he explained to me that they have a different name for it, pah-shuh.  It seems to be no big deal to most people I've met and talked with about this.

I was in a taxi recently and the driver spoke english really well.  It was nice to talk to someone who speaks so well.  We covered various topics and when it came down to religion, I mentioned that my solution was prayer the driver immediately became defensive.  He shared his opinion that it doesn't matter who you call the creator whether it's Buddha, Allah, God, etc... they're all the same.  I knew I wasn't going to get anywhere with this guy so I just shared that I too had wondered and when I prayed and asked for the truth, the creator answered.  I suggested he try it himself and left it at that.  I'm normally not the outgoing person sharing the gospel but after watching my close friend do it as if she were breathing air, I realised that I too could do that.  This was the first time I've come across someone caustic, but I know that I just planted a seed and the rest is up to the Lord.

Statistically Greece is 3% born again Christian and 97% Orthodox who have no clue about the bible.  That's the main ministry of Hellenic Ministries, to scour section by section all of Greece handing out FREE bibles in the current Greek language.  The orthodox church uses the old Greek and most people can't understand it.  So the goal is to share the gospel just like Paul did approximately 2,000 years ago. That is why I chose to answer their need for an accountant; I believe in their mission and don't doubt it comes from the Lord.  I love being at the office.  It's truly the body Paul used as an example to show us how we all have different gifts that when brought together power from the Lord comes and makes a difference.  I'm grateful to have a good support system.

I remember back in October when I was at a women's conference called Ruach (literally "God's Breath") and the Lord showed me a couple very important things about this new journey I found myself on.  The first was an exercise they had us do where we used a piece of paper and wrote a question or issue we're facing in the middle of the page, then ask the Lord to speak and write in the perimeter what He says.  I wrote my marriage.  I was surprised that I did hear from the Lord.  Mainly to let the Him deal with my husband and follow my journey.

The other thing the Lord reminded me was what my passion was back 25 years ago before marriage.  I was graduating with a Finance degree and my plan was to get my Masters in International Finance and move abroad to work and build a life.  It was so good to be reminded of that because I found that same passion rising up again! Only I'm 50 now and not really able to meet the physical demands of a full time career.  I was also reminded that I had told my sons that if I lost their father (thinking it would be to death but I suppose divorce will have to do) I would want to go to an orphanage and help take care of the children  I still have that desire.

I came to Greece to use my talents in accounting which the Lord gave me.  I do enjoy helping, but I'm finding that being involved with people gives me more satisfaction then financial statements and such.  This is the first time I've thought this, let alone written it.  I'm thinking an orphanage is coming soon.  But where?  Hmmmm.  I'll put the word out to my missionary friends and see if anything pops up.  As much as I love Greece and the lovely family-oriented people, I don't see myself learning this language.  It sounds like Russian to me.  Language never has been my strong suit.  I'm thinking a place where english, spanish, italian, french, or portugese is spoken.  It will be interesting to see what the Lord has for me!  Walking with Him is most certainly full of excitement and challenges, but it's so incredible to see Him move!

On a different note, I paid my hospital bill of 4 days and it totalled 5,500E which includes 550E cash that went straight to the doctors.  Part of their crisis here is there aren't enough doctors to take care of the people. So, if you want good care, you have to pad their pockets.  Vasso, my landlord's aunt who just stopped by to loan me her vacuum was telling me that doctor's salaries have been chopped to 1,200E per month!  That's socialism for you, not to mention national health care.  Every one has health care, but they have to have a job.

Once I get back to the states, my health insurance company told me they will reimburse me 100%.  I just have to make sure they get all the data they need.  And I pray there won't be any trouble trying to get reimbursed for the 550E cash I had to pay.  I did get a receipt for it, but need to check with health insurance company what all they need to pay the claim.

Hmmmm...winding down and need to prepare for tomorrow.  Think I'll curl up in my jammies and do some reading.  My prayer recently for myself has been "Lord, show me every idol in my life that is keeping me from hearing You; it is critical that I know and hear your voice".  See John 10:27.  It's enough to stir me into action, so should Matthew 7:23.  Check them out and see if it changes your hunger and thirst for the Lord.  I pray it will.  I pray you will take that challenge and find out a little more about yourself and your relationship with the Lord.

Bless you all,
M

Oh my, it's been a long time since I last wrote and much has happened.  I'm usually in a place where it's easier to post on FaceBook, so that's where I've been doing most of my writing.

Okay, so the last time I was struggling with conquering the public transportation, telling you about the fast food here and about my second dose of augmentin,  I know many are praying for me because I have such a sense of joy and laughter that I laugh at myself a lot!

Let's see.  Round 2 of the Augmentin did nothing but cause my stomach to hurt.  I spent the weekend before last resting trying to get better  Monday morning I decided to challenge the metro!  I was NOT going to let an underground 3 line system in Greek get the best of me! I headed off and it took me 20 minutes walking to get to the metro.  I purchased my ticket and had already studied the maps well enough to know which line I needed (the blue one) and what stop I was headed for.  I'm very proud to say I made it with great success!

However, I was headed down to Evripedou which is an 8 story building where Hellenic Ministries uses the 8th floor for refugee men to get showers, and the kitchen is there, then on the 7th floor is a gymnasium floor where they hang out all day and drink coffee. In case you don't know, if you were to sit down and talk to one of these muslim men (they're all muslims) and hear their story of choosing life or death for themselves and their family's, you would feel guilty for all the cushy stuff we as Americans have back home.  It's horrific what these people are going through.  I read someone's post on FaceBook saying why don't they just go back and fight for their land.  This guy was so clueless and it broke my heart.  I still feel awful about what our government did to the American Indian nations, trying to destroy their culture because they wanted it for the land, It's kind of the same thing going on in Syria.  They have to run or die.  There is no option of fighting.

The best part about the Evripedou ministry is that during the day they do a bible study with these guys and about 40-50% are coming to Jesus!!  They've been brainwashed into Islam where Muhammed is to be praised and referred, yet he was a pedophile and so pedophilia is tightly protected as a right in their culture.  Our media is so darn PC that we don't know about stuff like that. Yes, there are good and kind muslims, but it is important to look at their doctrine that they MUST say they agree with.

So anyway, I took the metro and walked another 15 minutes to find Evipedrou then looked around trying to locate assets (that's my assignment and why they need an accountant, to take full inventory of the entire ministry's assets and tag them).  I talked with Brad who oversees the ministry at that centre then headed home.  I was starting to feel really tired and my feet hurt.  Next time I'll just take a taxi, but I wasn't thinking clearly.  I came home and fell asleep, waking up in the morning with a serious deep cough (like I had when I was hospitalised for 5 days in Montana w/pneumonia).  I contacted Stephen, the ministry Financial Controller and my "boss" and let him know I was feeling really bad.  I told him I would go to pharmacy and get stronger antibiotics (yes, they sell them over the counter without a prescription).  Wednesday morning I woke up and he text me asking what he could do to help me.  My answer...GET ME TO THE HOSPITAL!

I went to the ER and Stephen was there all day helping interpret for me,  For a Georgia boy's accent, he does really well with Greek!  Both he, his wife and their 4 kids.  They kept running tests all day long,  Around 5 pm they admitted me because my oxygen levels were low and dropping and they didn't know why,  Glad Stephen was there; I couldn't think clearly at all.  It's amazing what happens to the brain when the O2 drops.  He stayed long enough to see me to my room, then headed back to the office.  He's in the middle of installing an entirely new accounting system (loads of fun, ha ha!). When I selected my health insurance, I knew I'd be going out of the country so needed something that would cover me.  Glad I did. We called and yes, I would be reimbursed at 100% (thank you Jesus!). I crawled in bed and they continued running tests.

The next morning I woke up at 1:30 am thinking it was pm. I was so confused (low O2) and kept texting people asking what time it was.  My watch said differently than my phone, and I couldn't think straight enough to know to see the a.m. on my phone.  I stayed awake until I saw the sun come up and then I realised what happened.  No wonder the nurse looked at me oddly enough when I buzzed her at 1:45 am asking for lunch.  She spoke very little english and said she'd see what she could find.  She fed me and I was very grateful.  I apologised to her later, explaining my confusion.  The next morning Dr. Katarina came in (I can't say their last names, it's crazy!  They're all about half the alphabet.  When the 3 docs came in I asked the one handsome male doc what his name was and I went cross eyed.  Too many letters!  So I told him I would just call him Dr. Z.  Then I asked if he wanted to know my last name and I told him P L U M, 4 letters, easy!  Apparently the nurses and doc's started calling me plum.  I got a good laugh out of that.

Anyway, Dr. Katarina came in and asked if I wanted to know my diagnosis.  I said yes please.  She told me H1N1 Flu.  Pardon my french which I rarely speak, but all I could say was "Oh shit".  I was highly contagious.  I immediately contacted Stephen and let him know and asked that he please let everyone know whom I had exposed to the virus what symptoms to look for.  Fortunately I got there in time and the Tamiflu and have had a quick recovery.  Only 4 days in the hospital, thank you Lord! I grieved for the person who held the metro handle after me and anyone else I had infected like Brad.  So far no one has come down with it.  I've had MANY people praying for me and I can tell.

The night before I was to check out, I woke at 3 a.m. and started surfing Facebook.  I'm normally not a FB user, but was grateful for the entertainment while in the hospital and even at home as I recover.  Greek TV is a joke and has been good to get me off watching TV.  I need to get back to hearing HIS voice and not drowning it out with worldly stuff.  I was convicted.  Anyway, 3 a.m. and I come across something so darn funny that I literally fell out of bed and couldn't stop coughing because I was laughing so hard.  I think it was the one about "I don't know about an inner child, but I do have an inner idiot who shows up way too often".  I still laugh at that.  I post that kind of stuff on my instagram, user name plumbless. I know it was the Lord lightening my heart and filling me with JOY!

So, now I'm home and recovering.  Today I once again lost my stupid kindle.  Well, it's not stupid, I am.  I searched my apartment top to bottom.  Last I remember having it was taking the garbage out.  Guess what fun activity I get to do tomorrow?  I get to go dumpster diving and look for my kindle.  Yay, sort of.  I'm glad none of my co-missionaries live near me other wise someone might take a picture and it'd go viral giving me a whole new nickname.  I've already overcome the getting lost thing (thank you God for Siri who helped me get un lost almost every day when I first walked the 3 blocks to the office).

Well, I think I've gotten y'all caught up since the last posting.  My next work assignment will be to go to the women's ministry building in downtown Athens and get their assets listed and tagged.  Sarah from England runs that and she is unbelievably kind and sweet.  Sometimes I wonder can people really be that bubbly and joyful 24/7?!  I want that!

Blessings to all my family and loved ones!  M

Today marks the one month date that I've been in Athens working with Hellenic Ministries to compile and tag each of their assets.  The first week my body was hibernating as it adjusted to the 7 hour time change.  5 days before I left for Athens I came down with a really bad sinus infection that caused all kinds of problems.  My doctor gave me a powerful rocephin antibiotic shot and a steroid shot.  I also figured it'd be best to have tetanus shot since I can't recall having one in a long time.  They put me on Augmentin I went in to see him 3 days before I left.  They gave me an extra dosage of Augmentin in case it came back.  Everything cleared up and I seemed to be in good condition. Once I got to Athens it didn't take long before the infection came back and so i continued the Augmentin.  Then I began having trouble with my stomach and GI track.  I thought I had a bug or something.  Sunday morning I finally figured out that the stomach trouble was from taking the Augmentin on an empty stomach.  After church on Sunday it dawned on me that I'd forgotten to pick up and bring my thyroid medication.  I'm surprised I hadn't dropped before now.  Thankfully pharmacies here dispense things like thyroid and other items. I was supposed to spend yesterday riding the red double decker tourist buses to get a better feel for the city. Instead, I slept all day and was still tired. So that's how the weekend and start of this week started.

I finally made it to church last Sunday and thoroughly enjoyed it.  There are 3 english speaking churches in Athens.  Every one I've come across, both english speaking and native Greeks are wonderful.  It's nice to not feel pressured and to know they're more concerned about me than what I can do for them.  That right there is the difference between ministry work and for-profit work. The CFO, Stephen Calhoun, is an amazing brilliant man with a lovely wife and 4 great kids.  Stephen's background is finance, but instead of becoming a certified financial planner which was his 5 year plan, God began calling him to the mission field.  From Atlanta, GA originally, he and his family have been here working non stop.  Their children are enrolled in public school and both he and his wife have picked up the language.  Stephen is amazing because he is doing an excellent job for which he is not trained.  He's a great boss and the office is peaceful.  Stephen likes to laugh and I have found that most of the missionaries do too.  I've come across some brilliant people who have laid down their life (what they wanted to do) and have chosen to follow what God wants for them.  Most who are in the office daily work as if they are being paid a large salary, but each one of them has to raise their own funds for support.  Even Jonathan Macris the founder and CEO.

I don't like asking for money, but I must.  I've had three family members so far donate, one for $25 and another for $250.  I was truly blessed.  I have my usual expenses such as food and then there is my small but comfy apartment.  I'm learning to use public transportation.  For some reason it has been a bit intimidating for me.  I finally realised yesterday that the worst that could happen is if I take the wrong train and do a little extra sight seeing.  I can always take a taxi home if I really get lost.

I've been thinking about why should people donate to help cover my expenses.  I'm not the one out on the streets telling people about God's free gift of salvation.  I tend to be the one in the back ground making sure things are running smoothly.  My favourite part is if someone asks me about the Lord then I pray inside and try to answer questions based on the 25 years of women's bible study and historical biblical fiction books that I love to read.  I have two mentors that I can seek out their counsel if I encounter something i don't know.

It's been funny to see merchants reaction when I say hello and they realise I'm not local.  I've met quite a few people that way and have found how truly wonderful and family oriented this culture is.  My counsellor back home likes to teach about how many boyfriends she has and it's funny.  I've adopted her attitude and have started taking selfies with anyone I'm getting to know as a friend.  Most Greeks are fascinated to know where I'm from.  I usually answer Florida, and most seem to know where that is thanks to Mickey Mouse.  It seems like on every street corner here is a gyro place and they're really affordable.

Friday a few of us were trying to decide what to order.  I said my usual (chicken gyro with sauce, lettuce and tomatoes) but Andrew who is from Calgary had another suggestion; Chinese food.  As soon as he said they have Chinese food here, I jumped and said YES!!  The Chinese was excellent but it cost me 8 Euros, where as the usual gyro is 2 Euros.  I think the Chinese restaurant needs some competition!  It was good, but not sure it's worth the price. I will say that with all the stray cats prowling about, the Chinese chicken dishes are a good bet safety wise.  I know, ewww!  But hey, it does happen.

I'm finally feeling comfortable with the Metro (underground railroad).  Now I need to gain some understanding of all the bus routes.  On in the geek guys shared a new app, "Moovit" which is usable in any situation and shows you any of the routing systems.  I've yet to use it so far, but will need to use it as I go from site to site to follow some of the lists that have been made and update any overlooked.  The only travel I will be doing is going Crete where they have a church plant there.

Blessings,
M

Finally!!  I conquered the METRO...mostly. After what started as a tough day I at least accomplished one thing that's been hanging over my head.  I followed the map, found the Metro, asked a nice gentlemen who told me what direction to go and off I went.  I met two new boyfriends today; it was a good day!  Seriously, I've never felt comfortable taking underground transportation in a land where I don't know the language. Especially Greek.  I made it to my destination but after that, all bets were off.  I did enjoy the touristy area.  It was full of life on a beautiful Sunday afternoon.  Honestly, I felt like I was in an Italian village.  It amazes me how different and yet how much the same these small countries are.  It really shouldn't be surprising.  After I walked around and got a cup of coffee (I refused to go into McDonalds, but did take a picture of it because there's something that's just wrong about McDonalds being in a country over 2,000 years old),  Today was the kind of day that would have been wonderful shared with friends, family or loved ones.

So, I got to my destination thanks to my new boyfriend's help, but once I got off the idea was for me to walk back to the previous Metro stop and get on there.  That went out the window the moment I saw how few signs there were.  I even whipped out Siri but couldn't get any kind of help following an underground train line.  Are you ready for it?  Here are the pics to prove I did what I said  :)

What a beautiful place to explore and experience the wonderful Greek culture.  At this point I pretty much gave up on finding the next Metro station and gave in to grabbing a taxi.  That's where I met boyfriend #2.  Salt and pepper full head of hair with light blue eyes that one could get lost in.  Too bad he was my taxi driver.  And no, I didn't ask him what time he got off.  Besides, I've been told that most of the married greek men do not wear their wedding rings.  Boyfriends are fun (I got that one from Dr. Teresa Vereb) but I've no interest in tying myself down at this point.  If there hadn't been someone behind me beeping as I was departing the taxi, I'd have asked him for a selfie like I did with the kind gentleman that helped me get on the correct Metro train.  All in all it was a fun few hours but whatever is going on with my sinuses has left me weak.  Good thing my doc gave me plenty of antibiotics should I find myself in need.  We'll see how I feel when I wake up in the morning.  

Hope you've enjoyed the photo's.  My new iPhone takes really good pictures!  Blessings, M

Yesterday I purposely got lost!  Yes, really.  I figured the worst thing that could happen is I'd have to get a taxi to take me home and the best thing was I could discover the flavor of each neighborhood, maybe even a treasure or two.  Nico and Bee told me that Athens is very safe and it's quite common to see even older people walking about.  So far I've felt totally safe and all the shop owners have been very kind.  I just followed busy streets to see what stores were along the busy roads.  Somehow I ended up half way across town and thanked God for Siri who directed me home!!  I got a lot of exercise, especially going up and down some serious hills.  All in all, it was a fun exploration.

This morning I woke up at 6:30 and was terribly nauseated.  I ran to the bathroom and grabbed the Bonine for seasickness and laid back in bed waiting for it to go.  I don't know if I ate something bad last night or what the problem was, but it really ruined my Friday.  Thankfully being in the mission field isn't like working for a company; they work with what the Lord provides and when He provides.  I stayed home all day praying that it's not a bad bug, which has been going around.  It's still bothering me, but I think I'll just have to ride it out.

Living in this big city is fascinating and so different from anything I'm used to.  Cars park on sidewalks and people walk in the middle of the road.  Most shops open around 9-10, close around 3 and reopen around 5.  Reminds me of Mexico and siesta's.  It's not bad at all once you know when and where.

My biggest battle to face and overcome is public transportation.  Really!!  They have buses and then they have the Metro which is under ground.  I know where the Metro is and how to get on it.  I just haven't done it yet.  Tomorrow, God willing my stomach is okay, I'm getting on the metro and taking a tour of all the amazing ruins of the city.  I'm so used to driving myself where ever I want to go, but here cars are a hindrance just like NYC because of parking, gas, and traffic.  There are many who use motorcycles as their mode of transportation. They are definitely practical and make movement around the city easier.

Now that I have my assignment mapped out overall, I'm ready to begin going to the different ministries and basically taking inventory of all the assets.  Some have already been done and I just need to verify them.  I'll tag the assets with an HM sticker that has an asset number.  They have one church in Crete which has assets.  I offered to go on my dime because I'd love to see what's going on in Crete and even a little sight seeing.

Not much excitement for the evening.  Just curling up with a cup of herbal tea and trying to take care of my stomach.

Blessings, M

So many things on my mind this evening.  I'll go chronologically.  I was so proud of myself Friday as I walked to the office without using my phone for direction, and I was successful!  I've never been directionally challenged, but then again I've never lived in a city similar to NYC.  The blocks are small and there are numerous ways to go each time.  I laughed about it originally when my "boss" told me to take my phone so I wouldn't get lost, but now I just laugh about it period because I find it humorous and it makes other people laugh too when I tell on myself.  I think that's the best part is the combined laughter, which always lightens everyone's hearts.  Well, those who have hearts that can be lightened, but I won't get into that now.

So, the day started off wonderfully!  I've pretty much got down what my assignment will be and I'm looking forward to doing it. I was waiting until today's staff meeting to be introduced and let the sub-ministry leaders know I would be coming to visit them as I audit all fixed assets of the ministry.  One of the sub-ministries is a ship; that is going to be very interesting to determine a value of that!  But I'll save that discussion for the actual outing day.

At the office I've been getting their system set up on my computer and bringing me officially on the Finance team.  I'm termed as an intern under Stephen who heads up the Finance department, but in the States we would call it the Accounting Department. Stephen's background is in Finance, as in financial planning.  He didn't care for accounting and took the least amount of classes required.  The really neat thing though is that God has provided him the accounting knowledge to oversee all areas of accounting and finance.  And, in the Greek language!  I took a double look when he showed me financial statements in US dollars and then in the Greek euro.  I vaguely remember translating financials from one currency to another way back in Advanced Accounting.  Stephen is pretty amazing in all he does, and he does it unto the Lord.  That's the best part.  He, his wife and 5 kids have to raise funds back home for people to donate to his ministry here. I need it as well and pray the Lord will place it on peoples hearts to donate to my time here helping this wonderful nation.

At this point I think I want to get to the point regarding spending a weekend in an unknown city as quickly as possible then jump to today's staff meeting and what I became aware of.  This past weekend I was supposed to be taken by my landlord on a little exploration to experience the Metro and see a touristy part of town.  I'm so used to driving myself wherever I want to go, and here most people don't have cars much like in NYC because of cost, parking, and traffic.  So they use the public transportation, which I desperately need to learn because I'm actually intimidated by it.  But, I suppose if I were to hop on a bus and ride it all day, I'd eventually either end up back where I got on or in a place where I would have to take a taxi to get home.  I walked out the door this morning full of confidence that I finally knew my way only to discover I didn't once again!!  UGH!! So, I pulled out my trust iPhone with a lovely gps in it and got to see some more of my neighborhood on my way in.  I was disappointed I didn't accomplish basically anything this past weekend, but it's ok.  I did rest and read.

Now on to today.  I waited until it was 8 a.m. back home and called a friend.  Then I tried both my sons but no one answered.  Wyatt was likely out on a quail guide and Jackson probably still asleep.  I know he has a mid term tonight.  I educated myself on the 3 month tourist visa limitations, aka the Schengen Area.  From wikipedia "The Schengen Area is a group of 26 European countries that have abolished passport and immigration controls at their common borders. It functions as a single country for international travel purposes, with a common visa policy. Joining Schengen entails eliminating internal border controls with the other Schengen members, while simultaneously strengthening external border controls with non-Schengen states." All Schengen entities are members of the EU, but not all members of the EU are Schengen.  Make sense? For example, Great Britain, Ireland and a few others are members of the EU but not Schengen.  

I then googled "How to (Legally) Stay in Europe for More Than 90 Days" and found how many wonderfully creative people have done just that.  You have to be out of the Schengen area for 180 days, 6 months, before you can re-enter.  I really want to go to Italy after I'm finished here, but it appears I will have to do some seriously planning before I go anyway,  Italy of course is a Schengen area AND an EU country.  Bummer.  I have always wanted to travel England, specifically up into Scotland where I have roots.  I may just do that.  All my travels will depend on what's going on at home and whether or not I need to return. I confess, I can't stand Florida in the summer with the heat and humidity.  I've lived there since 1984 and I am definitely ready for a change.  One good thing about being ok with living in many places is the ability to adapt under any circumstances.  That's me; Ms Adaptable.

Now for what's really on my heart making it heavy.  The staff meeting.  I have anxiety problems when I walk into a room of strangers and I'm supposed to introduce myself.  But I did it because I had to and I knew I was among friends.  They were discussing items that we all agreed we need to unify in prayer.  I almost fell over backwards when Janet brought up the horrible situation of a Christian family in Norway who had they're children taken from them.  All FIVE!  The government's first charge was that they were being "indoctrinated in Christianity", then when they learned the children were corrected with spankings, they've now charged the parents with child abuse.

I was going to comment on this whole issue of Christian parents spanking but decided it was too far off topic and deleted it all.  Back to this family.  Actually there are many, many more.  Sadly, and I mean no offense against one of God's creations, but the family's two girls were place in one homosexual home while the two boys were placed in another homosexual home.  The baby was place near the mother so she could continue nursing.  Why does the homosexual homes matter?  That's something you'll have to ask the Lord about. I believe the children need to be with their parents. Period. As it turns out, these "foster" parents are paid quite a nice sum of money for taking in these children. And, ever since these parents have turned to the Christian community, many more families are reporting the same thing.  It's finally getting the attention of EU leaders.  Go to Norwegian Gov't. Seizes 5 Children From Parents for ... to read more about it on church militant.com's website.

One positive thing about this horrific story was we discussed how strong and powerful the Greek Orthodox and Catholic churches are.  Sadly for years they've not wanted their parishioners to read the bible for themselves and have worked against groups like the one I'm with from spreading the bible.  But in this case, they have fervently defended the family unit and Greeks are definitely one culture who are super strong when it comes to family.  Not all members of these two organizations agree with everything they're taught and that's okay.  The truth is, God wants us to read the Word for ourselves so He can illuminate it in our heart and we will grow close to Him.  He tells us that "My ways are higher than your ways, my thoughts are higher than yours".

It really upset me to learn of Christian families being completely dismembered because they are either Christian or they spank their children.  I've read the bible and I know how it ends and if you don't already know, I'll tell you things are going to get much worse.  To the point where "even the elect would be deceived if it were possible" Matthew 24:24.  How many of you realize there are many sitting in church pews who do not know the Lord and they are not saved?  Jesus warned us about this in Matthew 7:23.  It is a frightening warning EVERY person should take seriously.  Also John 10:27.  You really should look these verses up and consider the context.

I have no idea who truly knows the Lord or who doesn't. I'm more concerned about MY relationship with the Lord then I am about trying to figure out if you do.  That's entirely up to you, and God has made it very clear that we are NOT to judge others.  We are to LOVE them, and by doing this, people will know we are His disciples. I'm more interested in loving others, especially those who haven't had an easy time with society coming against them.  I want to be His hands and His feet to the hurting and broken but also to those who have learned to put on a good face mask to hide the pain they've stuffed.  All of us have that; some just deal better with it. Now that I turned 50 this past year, I'm personally exhausted from wearing those stupid masks.  40 years of hiding is ridiculous!! I have family members who are in the homosexual community and they are the most kind and loving people I know.  Honestly I'd rather spend time with them than a self-righteous person 24/7.

So I end now at 10:07 ready for sleep, having shared a few heavy things that hit me today. I truly hope I do not come across judgmental or condemning in any way because I am the last one who should throw stones!  Okay then, that's my heart, take it or leave it.

Oops, one more important thing.  NBC news said ALL Americans will receive a microchip implant in 2017.  If you don't know the bible, you need to know about end time prophecy and the "mark of the beast".  Just google it and you should find it discussed in Revelations.

Blessings,
M

As I sit here tonight eating my dinner (burned cheese toast, and don't yell at me about it Mom), I'm reflecting over my day, the past couple weeks and this journey the Lord has me on.  I know from friends who have gone on week long mission trips that in the end, it's really not about what you do for the people you're helping but rather what God wants to do in you.  I knew that coming into this, but it is only hitting me now in at a greater depth of His Spirit moving in me.

I remember back in early spring wanting badly to get out of town and see some new scenery.  Life wasn't much fun back then.  It was a rough stretch in my life, but as always, when we run to God, He grabs us and holds us close pouring out loving comfort.  Many years ago I'd decided that if I were ever single again, I'd want to go to the mission field, maybe an orphanage, to grieve and fall into God's comforting arms.  Well, I found myself single again and prayed about which missions field did I want to explore.  Very quickly He answered and it was Greece.  I was surprised.  I was glad it wasn't some place terribly hot and sticky (just being honest here) but I didn't know much about Greece.  I knew some history from biblical studies.  Everything fit into place and it clearly was the Lord's hand in sending me to Greece.  I was ready to go back then, almost begging them when could I come.  As it turned out, it wouldn't work until after the first of 2016.  So wait is what I did and in the mean time I began preparing my heart and soul for the journey ahead of me.  I booked my flight using my airline miles and enjoyed my time with my sons and friends.

Now here I am, it is February 12th, I arrived in Athens on February 1st, and I'm relaxing after a wonderful day of experiencing life in a thriving city full country-wide of amazingly wonderful Greek people.  Today was a blast!!  For some reason I was really tired and slept hard last night, waking up late and rolling into the mission headquarters at 10 a.m. It's almost 8:30 and I feel like I could crawl in bed with a good book (and will do so directly after I complete this). These people, this culture, is amazing! There is so much warmth and kindness in each Greek I've had interaction with.  The lady at the bakery, the mini mart owner, the women's clothing store owner...all of them have been so friendly and reminded me more of Italians than anything else I knew.  Now I know there is a feud between the two countries so I don't want to put anyone down; I simply want to say they are both full of wonderful people.

As has come to be my custom, I know which direction I'm to head when I leave my apartment front door, but after that there are numerous pathways to go to the office.  I'm technically only 3 blocks away, but many routes to choose.  I think I've become so dependent on my phone map that I haven't been paying attention to what's around me and have thus become lost each and every day at some point through out the day.  It's become the office joke when today my "boss" sent me on an errand and reminded me to take my phone.  I thought it was in case they needed to reach me, but he laughed and said "in case you get lost".  I laughed so hard!!  I'm usually an excellent navigator and I love maps, but I'd become technologically dependent and couldn't tell you where I was or how I got there without looking at my phone.

Getting lost wasn't fun, but I didn't panic because I had my phone.  Yet I realized today how much I've actually enjoyed exploring new routes.  The headquarters is in the middle of Lydias Street so I can get to it from either direction.  Today I ended up (not intentionally) coming from the opposite direction and as I did, I came across a new baker and a lady's clothing store.  There were some lovely things in the store window and so I went in and ended up purchasing a nice teal angle cropped cardigan.  It was like finding a treasure on my daily adventure.  Well for me each day has been an adventure because I've never known how I was going to get to the office, LOL!  Yes, I did just now use a text lingo in a letter.  I have 2 english teacher friends who would hopefully correct me.  I never was great at English; always did better with math and science. If I tried to diagram a sentence it would be like me trying to translate Greek to English.

I'm looking forward to the weekend because I'm going to go on one of those red tour buses that takes tourists to the more important spots and allows you to get on one and off, then get on another one when you want. I've been here almost 2 weeks and I have no idea how far away the acropolis is or in what direction.  Tuesday was fun when Steve, my sweet young landlord, took me to see where to get on the "metro" train and how to purchase a ticket.  This weekend we're supposed to take a ride on the metro and walk in a nice district he thinks I'll like.  This kid has a bright future in front of him because he has 1. ambition and 2. natural people skills.  I call him my personal concierge.  Honestly, I could call him at 3 a.m. and ask him to bring me nyquil and he would!  How's that for service?  His English is almost perfect and he is always looking to take care of things.  I've given him some of the things I saw as a business CPA of what factors brought success to people and what businesses failed and why.  I've given him the positive things I see in him that bring success; things from an American's perspective.  He seems to have appreciated the positive feedback, and it's all been true.

Tomorrow begins another adventure!  And my pillow is calling my name.  Until next time, God Bless!!  M

Wednesday

Oh what a wonderful and tiring day!  I absolutely love these Greek people!  They are so kind and friendly.  Today my boss, Stephen, took me to the cell phone store and we replaced my sim card with a Greek sim card so I'll be able to use my phone anywhere on the islands.  I tried to avoid it, but Verizon wanted to charge me $10/day to use their international travel plan.  Yikes!  That would add up fast…just think of what I could do with $300.  I made it fine on my way to HM today, but when I had to run back to my flat to get my passport for the sim card, I got lost.  I at least have my address and the ministry's address so I can always grab a taxi if I'm in a pickle. I'd normally laugh at how silly I must have looked walking around looking at my cell phone for directions, but everyone else is doing the same so I guess it's normal.  Who knew!  I decided to download Google maps because they show you area landmarks like grocery stores, banks, etc…

I think I'm going to have to get me one of those granny carts that you put your heavy items in to haul it all the way back to where you live. I also learned today that I can order on Amazon.co.uk which is different than the US version.  Maybe I'll find one on amazon! I read one suggestion when packing for Athens, Greece was comfortable shoes because the pavement is not level.  Crooked would be a better description, but it sure is good for the derriere going up and down the hills.  Those stupid alley cats are driving me nuts when they start their mating calls at night!  Sara from the center told me there are areas of wild dogs and areas of the cats.  I'm not sure which is the lesser of two evils?

Now that I've got my phone working properly and my laptop is also, I'm able to start taking a look at the finances and the issues that need addressed.  Poor Stephen, actually poor Mary, his wife.  They have four wonderfully behaved children who are in the school system here.  Right now two of their kids have chicken pox.  Oh I remember those days.  I think I better find out more about that shingles shot. My mother had an awful case of it and I don't want to go through that.

I must say, I'm pretty darn tired after a full day of finally looking under the hood, so to speak.  When one of the volunteers asked me what I did, I told him I am an accountant and I'm here to help compile the ministry's fixed assets.  He just sort of looked at me with a pathetic look on his face and said "I wish you well, sister" followed by a sorrowful comment about working in the finance department.  I said "oh no, I love what I do!  God created me for this".  I love looking at maps, putting puzzles together, and creating financial statements. lt's been quite an adjustment being 7 hours ahead of my friends and family in the US.  I received a nice text from Jackson today, even told me he was praying for me.  I love my boys and I'm excited to see what journey life has for them.

I'm fading fast. Think it's time for a cup of tea and maybe some reading, if I can stay awake long enough.  I love that the office doesn't really get going until 9:30-10:00.  Sure beats 8:00 a.m. any day!!
Blessings, M

Wow, it's been 10 days since I last blogged.  Time sure flies when you're learning new things and trying to get with the flow of a new city.  So far this trip has been good, but it's certainly not been without paying attention the cultural differences.  The Greek people are wonderful!  They are kind and friendly.  Of course with my face, I can fit into just about any culture except asian and africa.  It's a delight to have a woman approach me, asking a question in Greek.  I'm not used to being without transportation so I have to learn how to use their metro system and their buses.

My flight coming from Atlanta to Rome was really good  I was surprised that I was actually comfortable in the cheap seats.  In fact, I purposely selected the seats in the very back of the plane in hopes of being able to get some extra space.  As it turned out, I had a window seat and no one next to me.  The 5 hour layover in Rome was tiresome but it went by quickly.  The airport in Rome was a great place to people watch!  I heard people speaking Italian (of course), French, Greek and a few fellow english speakers.  I sure do envy people who can pick up second languages without a problem.  That's one gift I'd love to have.

Once we arrived in Athens, I went to the luggage carousel and got both my bags.  With two large bags and a carry on for my lap top, I dragged all my stuff out to the curb wondered how on earth was I going to find Steve, my ride and landlord while I'm here.  I walked around a bit outside, then saw this young gentlemen coming towards me.  I asked if he was Steve and voila! I found him.  Well, actually he spotted me but I gave him a  pretty good description (look for someone your mother's age, in a grey sweat suit, looking like their lost.  That will be me!)  It worked all right and I have truly been blessed by this 27 yr old young man. By the time we made it to the apartment, I was practically delirious.  I unpacked a few things and then decided I needed to get in bed.  About 1 am I awoke and was freezing!!  I put on layers of clothing and didn't get warmed until I got under the nice thick quilt.

I purposely came a week before I would be needed to give me time to adjust to a 7 hour time change.  SO very glad I came early and Steve had already stocked the kitchen with a few food staples because I knew I wouldn't be going out in the first 4 days. So my first night was definitely an interesting night, which I expected.  I am so glad I purchased a 110 converter because my phone needed charging and that was after I had used my external battery pack.  I was up until 4 a.m., dozed off a few times but finally got myself to the bed for a good night sleep.  The funny part was the Greek tv channels.  Steve told me most of the tv stations were in english but I could only find one and it was a bad horror flick.  Those who know me know I will not watch a horror movie, gives me bad dreams.  So as I was unpacking some, I let the tv run in the back ground with the volume down.

I think anytime we step out of our comfort zones, we learn a lot about ourselves.  Such as I don't like tom cats screeching in the middle of the night; they sound awfully much the same as a baby crying sometimes  The very first night I heard a guy on the street walking his dog and the dog wouldn't shut up  Now I love cats and dogs, but I don't want to hear them when it's bed time.  I went in to the office Friday for a few hours.  Everyone who works at HM are wonderful. I'm looking forward to getting to know them. There are people from all different parts of the world working in there and it's fun to be around them!  I hadn't thought about church on Sunday so ended up hanging out at the apartment and reading.  There are two churches I was told to try and I will need to learn how to use the metro to get to some.

One morning a couple days ago I work up at 5:45.  I was just awake and pondering whether I would get up or turn over and try to go back to sleep.  All of the sudden my iPhone was face timing into me and it was my parents who live in Nevada.  They were getting ready to go to bed and I was getting ready to get up soon enough.  My parents have made it a priority to learn how to Skype and use face time do they can stay in touch with me.  I  had an hour conversations with them.  At first my screen was dark, then I turned the light on and they could see me.  I know by the time this is over, I'll be really good at messaging.

Yesterday I asked Steve (my landlord) if he would show me how to get to the metro.  I felt so much safer walking around with someone than I would trying to find it myself.  The Greeks are so friendly, all I have to do is ask and they smile and tell me.  But I hadn't worked up my nerve to go exploring.  It's funny, but my biggest concern is getting lost.  A friend suggested writing down the address and taking it with me.  If I get lost I can always get a taxi.  Now that's a brilliant idea!  I've been going out exploring a little bit more each time.  My big test will be to take the metro to one of the other stations and come back home. I'm trying really hard to notice landmarks and pay attention to where I am.  Steve took me to the metro last night and showed me where to buy a ticket and where it went.  He's actually a really good teacher!

I finally got my phone on the international plan thru Verizon, which happens to be $10/day.  Yikes!  The ministry has a cache load of used burner phones and they are going to give me one for making calls in Greece.

Thank you everyone who has downloaded WhatsApp, which offers free wifi talk, text and photo features. It just gets so expensive using Verizon.

Until my next adventure….
M

I think this new journey is actually going to happen!  Tuesday started out with a bad sinus infection and inner ear infection.  I can now add Vertigo to my list of unpleasant experiences!  Just go slow and stay near a wall at all times when walking.  Thank God for antibiotics, specifically those magical shots of Rocephin, the most powerful antibiotic I've ever experienced.  Between that, Augmentin and a steroid shot, I finally started feeling better yesterday.  Nothing like battling sickness in the midst of planning a three month journey across the Atlantic pond…

Many thanks to all my sisters who have held me up in prayer and walked beside me as I prepare for a radical new direction in my life!  I just keep telling myself "give it two weeks and if you don't like it, just come home".  No pressure, no worries.  It's all good.  I still haven't decided which coat to take; my wonderful Columbia with zip out liner and numerous pockets in a nice navy blue, or the new dark grey parka with fur lined hood.  Both are great, though the Columbia is much more versatile.  And no, I refuse to take two.  Over the years I've learned how to pack light.  One doesn't start out packing light; it's something that is learned through many travels.  I believe Gary called the people with 3 suitcases each the "occasional packers" because they pack for EVERY occasion!!  LOL!!  Gary always did have humorous comments.  Probably still does, the self proclaimed "eternal optimist".

Last night was a really special night for me as a sojourner and a mother.  I took Jackson and Wyatt out to Mar Vista for dinner and it was great.  I love spending time with both of them.  I'm so proud of their accomplishments and future goals.  The three of us sat outside around the table talking about the three different directions we each are headed at the moment.  I would call it a momentous occasion, last night.  I'll always remember it and pray we three look back and a smile comes to our faces as we recall our conversation of hopes and dreams.  I'm heading into a totally new venue of ministry using my numerous talents and gifts I've acquired over 25 years; Wyatt is heading west to Idaho and spend some time with Ric and Cindy Downing, possibly getting a job for a while before he heads to Alaska for summer salmon fishing season; and Jackson is heading back to Tallahassee to give it the final push for his degree in whatever it turns out to be, then likely head for Colorado to enjoy God's beautiful country in the mountains.

This past Christmas, Jackson and I went to Denver to spend Christmas with my brother Scott, his lovely and delightful wife Rebecca and their super precious daughter Rachel.  I still kick myself for waiting 20 years to spend time with them.  I had an absolute blast and it was one of my all time favorite Christmas' ever!!  Jackson headed to Colorado Springs with two of his buddies who moved their this past year and snowboarded his heart out!  They were kind enough to bring him to us in Denver for Christmas, then get him back to the slopes.  He really deserved that after all his hard work and some mistakes he paid dearly for.  I had a wonderful time with Scott, Rebecca and Rachel as we put together 3 different 1,000 piece puzzles!  I love puzzles of all kinds (I think being analytical and a bit OCD makes me a good puzzle solver).  The day after Christmas we spent the entire day talking, laughing, working on the puzzles and enjoying one another.  I got to experience a healthy debate between Scott and Rachel.  It was good for me to see it.  I personally don't like conflict and generally run for cover, but it's important to be able to share one's thoughts and learn from others without fear of retribution or rejection.  Bravo Scott, Rebecca and Rachel, and thank you.

It's now 12:30 a.m. and I'm half way packed.  I have everything staged and just need to finish putting the rest of the items in a suitcase.  Thank you Deb for letting me borrow your extra large one.  I normally travel with one suitcase and a carry-on, but for three months I need more.  And who knows, I may go to Italy for a month or two after I'm done in Greece.  A friend text me a good suggestion, but I replied "my brain is fried and I'm done".  If I forget something, I'll get it in Greece.  I seriously feel cross eyed.  Tomorrow I fly from Sarasota to Atlanta, then grab a flight to Rome, have a 5 hour layover before making my final destination of Athens.  I thought about spending a week in Rome but decided to do Italy AFTER Greece, when I'll be adjusted to the time.  For now, my adopted Greek son Steve (the nice 27 yr old guy who is handling my flat rental in Athens) will be collecting me from the airport and depositing me at the flat where he has kindly stocked up on staples such as coffee, cream, bread and other basics while I will give my body as many days as necessary to adjust to Grecian time.  I call it a hibernation period.  Jackson and Wyatt are happy to know there is someone to help me, and if Steve gives me permission, I'll post his handsome young face on my blog so you can see how good God is to provide me with a Greek son.

Tomorrow's a big day!  Time for this gal to turn the lights off and snuggle in for hopefully a good night's sleep.

If there is anything I can pray for you about, please let me know.  Prayer is a privilege and a gift. I'll leave you with one last thought…God has given us the gift of repentance.  Without repentance, there is no forgiveness, and thus no eternal life with Him.  It all starts with getting right with our Creator, admitting what a mess we are and our need for His cleansing.  I've been such a mess and it amazes me that He wants to clean me up, not condemn me.  So I let Him…and He does the great exchange…He turns my ashes into beauty.  Wow.

We're already off to a challenging start!  Saw doctor yesterday, was feeling dizzy and nauseated. Turns out I have an inner ear infection and vertigo.  They pulled out the big guns and gave me a steroid shot, plus a rocephin shot and I'm on augmentin now.  Thank the Lord for Valeria driving me to run two necessary errands.  I do have some great news; got my mac back from Chris at Hurricane Computers and he was somehow able to find a way to get apple to replace the entire innards of my Mac Air!  Yay Chris!  Apple wanted to charge me close to $300 based on their initial diagnosis, which meant it could cost more after they opened her up and checked under the hood, so to speak.  Chris got it all done for $200…love my computer repair guy!  (his shop is next to Peaches on Manatee Ave).

Vertigo is a very strange feeling!  Understatement! I find myself staying near a wall or something in case I feel like I'm going to fall over.  Doubt it will happen, but just in case.  At least I only have a 5'3" fall to the ground. Unlike someone I know who fell 6'3" and ended up with 19 stitches on his forehead.  I'll add the 5'3" to my benefit of being short list.

My folks are excited and finally have peace about me traveling to Greece on my own, thanks to a nice conversation with Pastor Jim (thank you P.J.!!)  However, when I told them about the inner ear infection and vertigo, Mom immediately told me to run, do not stop, to my doctor.  Well, I saw them yesterday so I'm ahead of the game.  I'm just praying that the meds will wipe out the bad germs like yesterday so I can fly on Sunday.  My sister weighed in on the conversation and told me she flew once with an inner ear infection and it blew her ear drum out.  Yikes!!  Pain is not my friend, and those of you know who know me are probably laughing in agreement.

I'm headed back to the doctor tomorrow to see if they think i'll be okay flying or need to wait.  At least I have a mileage ticket so can make changes with out any expense (assuming there are seats still available).  No worries on my end; God will get me there when He wants me there.

I checked in with Stephen, the CFO of Hellenic Ministries and asked him what the top 3 things he would like for me to work on while I'm there.  First is to put a balance sheet together. Currently Greece only requires non-profits to file an income statement (income and expenses), but financial statements should always include a P&L, Balance Sheet and Cash Flow Statement.  So, my big project will be rounding up all the assets HM has throughout Greece and putting together a Balance Sheet.  Stephen sees that it won't be long before it will be required.  The great thing is I LOVE to do puzzles and I love numbers.  I'm psyched about this assignment!

I made contact with an old missionary friend from South Africa and let him know what I am up to with HM.  I asked if he knew any of the missionaries there and he didn't, but (God is so good!), he offered to introduce me to a friend who has a ministry in Italy.  FYI, I LOVE Italy and was praying that this assignment in Greece would be a stepping stone to get me to Italy.  YES!!  My flight to Athens goes through Rome and I considered stopping for a week before arriving in Athens but realized January in Rome probably wouldn't be a good time to explore with temps in the 40's.  I decided I'll wait and go after, or maybe in between.  I'm really praying friends and/or family will want to come and check out western Europe with me, hint hint!  The last time I was in Italy was in 1993 with a 5 month old Jackson in a back pack.  Such a great trip; too bad he doesn't remember it.

Hey, I'd love to hear back from anyone reading about my journey; don't be shy, even just to say hello!

Blessings, M

Well, today is Wednesday and I have 4 days to finish the items on my list necessary before I leave for Athens.  Fortunately my dear sweet cousin Jeni married a Greek gentleman and she has been a great source of information for me.  She also has in-laws who live in Athens.  After writing last night my brain decided to stay awake and think some more now that I have this new venue of sharing my journey.  Not a fun night, but I'm used to those.  Can't tell you how many times I've seen the sun rise; too many to count! I just keep reminding myself that I am in God's hands and He has it all worked out.  Jeremiah 29:11, He knows the plans He has for me, to give me a hope and a future.  Wonderful! I'm a bit anxious about travelling so far by myself, but then again, I moved myself from Michigan in 1984 down to Tampa to attend USF. I packed up my little lime green Volkswagon Rabbit with all my worldly possessions and headed south. That was quite an adventure, especially when my clutch went out someone in Kentucky.  A truck driver pulled over to help and told me he had a daughter my age and he hoped someone would help her if in my situation. God has been watching over me my entire life, leading me to Him in my early twenties.  Of course that was my searching phase.  You know, the questions like "why am I here?", "where was I before I was born?", "what is my purpose?".  I asked and He showed me.  I tell anyone who isn't sure which spiritual path to walk to simply ask the Creator and He WILL show you. He did me, in a way that my analytical, mathematical mind knew without a doubt.

I have much to accomplish today and am still fighting this sinus infection.  Thankfully my doctor got me in yesterday and I'll be able to take with me a good first aid kit.  I just need my sinuses to clear up before I get on that plane Sunday, otherwise I won't be a happy camper ascending and descending in the plane.

Until next time!  Blessings, M

Why am I doing this?  Okay, so I just turned the big 5-0 and I'm learning how to blog.  Don't laugh too hard, it truly gets better! What brought me to this current challenge, you might ask?.  Well, I put myself through college earning a bachelors in Finance and a masters in Accounting.  I waited tables at night and did college during the day.  Good times, especially working with others my age who were on their way to some bright new future.  I was fortunate enough to get a job at Tropicana, made right here in my town, right out of school.  Worked in corporate a few years, then decided I needed a more rounded education so went to work for a CPA firm. During those 10 years I had two sons and honestly went to work to rest.  Boys are VERY active, at least mine are/were. My sons grew up and are headed in their own directions.  I'm very proud of them!  Suddenly I found myself facing an empty nest and my marriage of 24 years ended.  Wow!  It took me a year to take all that in and process my emotions, and allow the Lord to heal those deep hurts.. I spent a lot of time in prayer and submerged myself with my "board of directors" (bff's) and in a small church. Two months ago I woke up one morning and had this amazing revelation...I'M FREE!!  Now I get to do what I want, even if it's eating cheese and crackers for dinner.  I love it!  I've spent more time with my family than I did the entire 24 years of marriage. I'd always said if I lost my husband (thinking death) I would go into the mission field. Well, it was a death alright, so I decided praying for where the Lord wanted to use the many talents He'd given me throughout the years. Ask and you shall receive!! Two weeks later my bff told me about a ministry she served with two years and they were looking for an accountant.  Bingo! I applied, was interviewed and approved.  Awesome!  We have not because we ask not. I was ready to go in June, but the CFO couldn't take on an intern until January.  Turns out I needed that time to heal. God is so good and He is sovereign! Guess what month it is? Yep, you're smarter than you know.

I'm now getting my household in order, so to speak, while I'm away.  I'm getting everything lined up to fly out of Sarasota January 31st, arriving in Athens February 1.  I've found a lovely flat on AirBnB two blocks from headquarters and have adopted the young man who is handlingthe flat to be my Greek son. Steve is even stocking the place with basics for me. The last time I flew into Athens, it took me 3 days of solid sleep to get my feet under me. Steve has arranged to have coffee, tea, and other staples on hand in case I need to hibernate for my body to adjust. Not only is Steve stocking up the place for me, but he's also picking me up at the airport and will take me to the grocery store once I'm functional again.  Kudos to you Steve and thank you Lord for providing him!

FYI, I tried blogging before but didn't have anything I wanted to share so gave it up.  This time I'll be writing at all hours of the day and night (my sleep is really messed up).  I plan on writing from my heart and sharing what God is doing in me and my favorite part, what He is using me to do!

Blessings, M