Don't cry over spilled milk. Or oil stain.

Moving back to Washington has been awesome.  But not without it's challenges.

Take for instance staining the cedar eaves of my house.
I probably shouldn't be doing this by myself, anyway.  What about me says balanced or coordinated on a ladder?  Hint: Not a lot.  Also, I have back issues and will be sore for the next couple days because I'm old like that.  But... I did the soffits (this is a new word I learned) last week, so I should be able to finish doing the eaves by myself, too.  Right?

Well... it was hot this morning.  I didn't wake up early enough to beat the sun like I had intended, so by the time I got up on the ladder around 9am and started staining it was pushing 90° and sweat was dripping into my eyes as I tilted my head back to look up at my work.  I plugged through anyway, but was already getting irritable - just hot and bothered - as the morning progressed.  Then it happened.  I moved the extension ladder to my next spot, climbed up and grabbed the brush out of the tray (which was balanced with the brush and unbalanced without) and yes, the tray full of oil stain tumbled to the ground, drenching the side of my house and several plants.

I cracked.  I yelled a couple choice words (good thing nobody was here) and tears just started streaming out of my eyeballs for no good reason.  I eventually pulled myself together, stopped my tantrum, and cleaned up the mess I had created.  I even finished staining to the corner.

I feel like this is an apt description of how transitioning to Washington is going for me.  I'm ambitious and driven, which can be awesome.  But, sometimes I keep going and going when I need to just stop before I dump a tray of oil stain all over the place.

For my friends who want updates about what I'm doing... sorry I haven't communicated much.  Most of my life right now has been working, working on my house, and spending time with my parents.  I usually feel the need to have something awesome to say when I write an update, but I guess this will have to do for now.

Moving Emotions

Los Angeles, California

Yacolt, Washington

I'm moving from Los Angeles (Pop. 3.858 million) to Yacolt (Pop. 1,556) in less than five weeks.
I know, those numbers make me smile, too.

But, I have mixed emotions attached to leaving LA, Southern California, my friends, and Youth With A Mission... this is a big deal for me.  Don't get me wrong, I've moved around a LOT during my time with YWAM - 21 different times, to be exact.  I should be good at this moving thing by now, right? But this move is different:  For the first time since 2001, I'll be moving back to Washington with the intention of staying... residing... living there.  In my Grandma's house on my parents' property, no less.

Grandma's House

My parents are elated.  Friends from Washington are getting excited and we're making plans for the summer.  But, I'll be honest:  These are only two of my many emotions as I think of the move "home" to Yacolt.

Other emotions mixed in with the excitement and elation?

Fear
Sadness
Relief
Guilt
Confidence
Joy
Anxiety
Hope

I realize some of these emotions are based on reality and some are more based on perception.  But they are emotions I have within me, nonetheless.

I'm excited and joyful to be around friends and family in the Pacific Northwest, but sad to leave friends in Southern California.  I'm excited for the rain and the green, but sad to leave the constant sunshine and the ocean.  I'm elated at returning to rural living, but a little nervous about the isolation that comes with it.

I'm relieved to be moving on from the long hours and overexertion of full-time ministry, but feel guilty for wanting to have a break and for even being tired.

I'm anxious and afraid of the unknown, but I'm confident and trusting in God... or at least I'm trying.

The thing is, in my 20s, when most of my friends were getting degrees, establishing careers, buying homes, and starting families, I was a volunteer.  I didn't build up my savings or credit score.  I didn't earn any degrees beyond my Associates of Arts from 13 years ago.  I didn't work to hone only one or two marketable skills and I definitely didn't start a family.  And while I know deep down that my volunteer work with YWAM had purpose and value because it was done in obedience to God and made a difference in the lives of many individuals, I still have this fear that because I allegedly "wasted" my 20s, I will struggle for the rest of my life in these areas.

I was listening to Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon Album last night, and as the ever-familiar tune, "Time" was playing, I found myself overly melancholy.  The emotions of this song resounded with some of the emotions I've felt as I've reflected on the last 11 years.  Let me share a few lyrics that really hit home.

"...And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.

So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death..."

The song seems to be quite fatalistic and hopeless, but then it has an unexpected twist - a Reprise from an earlier song on the album, "Breathe."  

"...Home, home again 

I like to be here when I can

And when I come home cold and tired

Its good to warm my bones beside the fire..."

(Now the song is stuck in your head, isn't it?)

The moral of the story:  Don't listen to Floyd when you're already feeling introspective and melancholy.  No, not really.  The moral is this:  There's always hope!  God is our home.  He warms our cold, tired hearts and souls.  He gives the purpose to our days that removes the futility of fatalism.  Thank you, Roger Waters, Richard Wright, David Gilmour, and Nick Mason for writing these lyrics.  I doubt we come to the same conclusions on the purpose of life, but I have found realness and truth in these verses.  

Back to my point... Even though I have fears and mixed emotions about this move... I have hope.  God has often brought beautiful surprises into my life when I have been brave enough to let go of the familiar and take the proverbial leap of faith.  Well, actually, it rarely had anything to do with my bravery... rather than a leap of faith, God would pry my hands off the ledge of familiarity so I fell into his good plans for my future.  I have hope because I know my life is not futile, that all of my days leading up to today were not spent in vain, and that the days to come will also have purpose - that purpose is found and is confirmed when I am "home."

Logical Jill can look back and see God's faithfulness in the past and trust him for the future.  She can trust that God's grace really is sufficient for her.
But Emotional Jill has hope and fear, joy and grief, guilt and confidence, anxiety and peace all coexisting within her.

But Logical Jill and Emotional Jill are both me.  So, if you see or hear me being a little "emotional" over the next five weeks as I make this move, just know I'm not losing it.  I'm not falling away from the Lord or on the brink of a nervous breakdown.  Just processing thoughts and emotions in my limited free time.  I'll be okay... because, though I have these mixed emotions, I have the truths I've learned from God and his Word to keep me anchored.

Teaching Titus - my last lecture for the CSBS this year.

By the way, the school I am staffing, the Chronological School of Biblical Studies, graduates on June 21st!  So... there's that.  :)

What happens when you don't post for 6 months...

Last time I wrote was following the memorial for my Grandmother (mom's mom) who passed away in September.
About two weeks ago my Grandfather (dad's dad) passed away.

Jill & Grandpa c. 2009 in Kailua Kona, HI

It's been a rough year on my family.  While we rejoice that Grandma Joyce and Grandpa Lou are in heaven, we still miss them and grieve the loss we feel.
You'd think I'd be used to this grief thing by now, but... nope.  Still hurts.

Anyway, I feel I OUGHT to update you on my life a bit.
Since September, there has been a lot of happy stuff, too.

See?  Happy!  (Hiking in Tujunga Canyon, Angeles National Forest)

I taught some books in the CSBS (Chronological School of Biblical Studies):  Ruth, Job, Zephaniah, & Esther.  Our CSBS students finished the Old Testament and are well into the New Testament, studying James & Galatians this week.  They will graduate on June 21st and be commissioned to change their world with the truth of God's Word, whether in their hometowns or abroad.

I also taught in two DTS (Discipleship Training Schools) on Inductive Bible Study using the books of Philemon and Ephesians.  I've heard a lot of positive feedback from these students that they feel equipped to study the Bible and to teach others!  The current DTS students are now on outreach in Kenya, Panama/Costa Rica, and Ecuador and I'm excited to hear stories of how they used the tools of Inductive Bible Study to grow personally and also to study and teach the Bible!

But one of the big things that happened in the last 6 months is that I made a decision to move back to Washington this summer.  I think most of you already know this, but for those of you who didn't, now you do.

Wait... what???
It's true.
I'm moving back to Washington in July, after the CSBS graduates and I've packed my belongings into my little Kia Rio.  I'll be moving into my Grandma's house on my parents' property, fixing it up a bit, and making it my own.  I'm excited to live next-door to my mom and dad, to help out with things on the farm, and to live in the country again (fresh veggies, homegrown grass-fed beef, Lucia Falls, fir trees, Settlers of Catan with the neighbors across the creek...)
I'll also be getting a "normal" job, whatever that looks like.  I'm thinking coffee with some music on the side.  Having some consistent work hours, I hope to be able to be more involved with my family, my church, and my community.
My 11+ years with Youth With A Mission will come to an end in July and I'm still wrapping my mind around the implications of this statement.  I love YWAM.  I know I will miss many things about working in this organization, but I am also excited about what's to come.

Yep.
So, in case I don't update for another 6 months... that's what's up with me these days.

Above Lucia Falls, across the road from my house in WA

My Grandma the Missionary

This is what I shared at my Grandmother's Memorial today.  I hope it brings inspiration and encouragement to you.

Good afternoon. For those of you who don’t know me, my name is Jillian Wellman and I am Joyce’s granddaughter.

How many of you, at some point in your encounters with my Grandma, heard about the love of God from her - either directly or indirectly? (I think everyone raised their hands)

This is my greatest memory of my Grandma, and the legacy I hope to continue: She was always sharing about the Lord, his love, and his work in her life. And not in a judgmental way, either. If she didn’t share the same beliefs or opinions as someone, it didn’t diminish the way she treated that person with love and acceptance. We just saw pictures in the slideshow from when Grandma served the Lord in Nigeria. But the amount of hands raised earlier indicates that Joyce Hale was a missionary no matter her location or occupation.

Now, my Grandma wasn’t perfect. She’d be the first one to tell you she was a sinner who struggled to live rightly, just like you and I. However, she didn’t live from her status of imperfection, but from a place of grace. She had experienced and received the grace of Jesus in her life, and it impacted her so greatly that she lived from a place of grace toward others. That is what I mean when I say she was a missionary in her very essence. It wasn’t a job title she held when overseas. It was who she was.

My Grandma taught me so much about having a real and living relationship with God. She taught me that being in a relationship with God means serving him by serving others in love. Her relationship with God was lived out in all she did. Grandma taught me that no matter what life throws my way, God is WITH me. When my brother, Jeff died, she was the rock in my family that reminded us that we weren’t going through this grief alone, but that Jesus really was with us to comfort us. He wasn’t a distant or unavailable god. He was a good God. A God who cared for us. Grandma also taught me the power of forgiveness. Her life could have been a recipe for bitterness, burdens and reclusiveness. But because of forgiveness, her life was one of joy, freedom, and many wonderful relationships. 

Now, some of you will recall the two things in her life that taught us to pray the most: Her cooking and her driving. Yes, she was a terrible cook and a worse driver. But... often she was cooking for family and friends or driving to go shopping for baby clothes for a family at church, or to go visit her friend, Betty Jane, or to help lead a Bible Study. You see, even in her terrible culinary and driving skills, we saw her heart to serve and care for others.

I was so blessed to spend August with Grandma this year. We ate meals together, went shopping at Walmart together, went Garage Sailing together, and we had some great conversations... about life, love, work and the Lord. Some of my most treasured memories with Grandma were made this summer. We have always been close, ever since she lived with my family and our rooms were adjoined. But this summer, we were more than Grandmother and Granddaughter: we were friends. I will miss my Grandma greatly. I am changed... different... better because of her influence in my life.

And now, her prayers have become my prayers: that her family and friends would come to know the peace, hope, joy, and love that is found only in Jesus. And that those of us who do have relationship with Jesus would live like it: that we would be missionaries, that we would exude peace, hope, joy, and love, in all that we do, for the glory of God.

There are tulip bulbs in the foyer for each of you to take, to plant and remember Grandma.  The verse from 1^st Corinthians talks about each of us doing our part, but that ultimately, growth is up to the Lord.  Grandma did her part and found great joy in doing so.  Now it’s our turn.

 

Thank you, God, for the gift you gave us in Grandma.

Photos of CSBS Staff 2013

Taking photos with this year's staff was a lot of fun.  

Standing (from left to right): Anne, Geoff, Emily, Ylva, and Eva.  

Sitting (from left to right): Jillian, Nigel, Megan, and Patrick.

So blessed to be working with an AMAZING staff!  

Even if we are slightly awkward and a bit creepy.

I don't know what's happening.

Ylva's face says it all.

Back to Life, Back to Reality

Outreach in the Caribbean was amazing!
Time visiting my family and friends in Washington was wonderful.
The UofN Workshop in San Antonio Del Mar, Mexico was also wonderful.

Now, it is time for the CSBS (Chronological School of Biblical Studies) to start TOMORROW!

Last year was pretty crazy.
We had over 20 students and lost 2 staff due to visa difficulties less than a quarter into the school.
But, we survived and a lot of awesome stuff came out of that school.  For a big chunk of the school, we had only 5 staff.

This CSBS, 4 of the students from last year are joining us as staff!  Which means we have 9 staff in total AND we have a smaller class this year - only 10 students.
Which means more rest for the weary.
And surprisingly, I still feel weary.  I've had time to rest and recuperate in Washington.  But I still feel tired.  So, I'm grateful that we will have a slightly lighter workload this year, even if it means not as many students.  God knows.

I'll try to get back in the habit of blogging now that the school is up and running.
For now, it's good to be back.
-Jillian

Out of Office Memo

It's true.  There are still places in the world where people don't rely on the internet for daily connection with the rest of their world.  I will be in one of these places for the next 30 days.
Crazy.
The last few days have been a bit of a blur, but here are some highlights:

I turned 31

The temperatures in the valley hit triple digits for several days straight

The Caribbean team has prepared to teach Inductive Bible Study Seminars & Bible Overviews

The Caribbean team got our visas to the nation where we are going

My computer battery died and since I typed that I've accidentally bumped the power cord and had to restart it once - thank God for auto-save

The CSBS graduated last Saturday

Two CSBS students are on outreach in East Asia currently

Four CSBS students and two staff (myself and my friend, Emily) are about to head to the Caribbean

I suppose that's about it.  If you try to email me or call me during the month of July, I won't respond.  I won't actually get your message until I get back in the USA.
So... here's my out of office memo.
See you all in August!
Pray for us!
We need it!