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A Marriage Forged on the Mission Field

The EFCA blog is doing a series on marriage and asked me to write this one.

A bride and a groom smiling at their wedding.

A guy in college told me that if I wanted to be a missionary in Africa, no one would date me. I didn’t care. And he was wrong. 

In fact, it was during college that Gil Medina came into my life, and we got to know each other while co-leading a ministry in a cross-cultural, low-income neighborhood near our church. The two of us became a team before we were even friends. We hit it off and worked well together: he was the visionary, relational guy, and I was the administrative and logistics gal. 

I wanted to be more than friends but didn’t think he did, so I barreled along with my plans to move overseas. I was accepted with ReachGlobal, agreed to teach in Tanzania, raised all my support and got a visa. 

Meanwhile, Gil wanted to be more than friends too, but kept his mouth shut so as not to get in the way of God’s plan for my life. Finally, some mutual friends helped us break through our self-sacrificing martyrdom and pointed us in the other’s direction. It didn’t take long for us to figure out that, really, we wanted to do this missionary life together. 

When we got engaged, we weren’t sure if Tanzania would be as good of a ministry fit for Gil as it was for me and considered serving in a different country. But then a youth sports outreach position opened up in Tanzania, which felt like Gil’s dream job. We got married on October 7, 2000, and nine months later, we were on a plane out of California. We arrived in Tanzania just a year after my original plan to leave. ReachGlobal got two for the price of one and I felt like I had everything I could ever want: I got to serve in Africa, and with my best friend and ministry partner. The Gil and Amy Medina Team couldn’t have been more perfect. 

Turns out, it wasn’t so perfect.

Go here to read the rest.

Good Dads

It’s really not fair, my friends and I have complained to each other. Why is it that I can say all the same things and give out all the same consequences, but the kids still behave better for Dad than for me? 

There’s just something about Dads that makes kids pay attention.

Maybe that’s why these days I think more about the unfairness of the kids who don’t get good dads–or get dads at all. I think about the little guy who comes up to my window while I’m at a stoplight, begging for coins. I think about George, who told Gil, I want a Daddy too, when we went to bring home Johnny. I think about my grown up friends who never knew their dads.

I am one of the fortunate ones. I have a dad who tickled me until I couldn’t breathe, who lay on the living room floor and flew me around on top of his feet. He hugged me every bedtime and spanked me when necessary. He cried every time I got an award or graduated from something or left home for longer than a week. He introduced me to Africa and welcomed the stranger into our home and taught me to pray.

He was strong and funny and made me feel safe. He still does. And now he loves my own kids the same way.

My dad cried when he gave me away to the man who is dad to my kids. And every single day, I thank God for my kids’ dad. Because almost every single day, Gil plays with his kids. He plays football and basketball and xbox. The other day, he printed out pictures of tiny little heads of soccer players, and he and Josiah glued them to bottle caps so that they can simulate World Cup matches. He comes up with crafts for the girls. He coaches the kids’ teams. He reads to them most nights. He creates amazing birthday parties and Spirit Week costumes. He helps with homework.

But he’s also after their hearts, and the relationship he has formed with them is why they listen. He teaches them from the Bible and prays with them. He and I handle every behavior issue together. He doesn’t shy away from discipline or consequences, but he’s always looking for ways to make it positive. He is my kids’ protector and defender. He makes us feel safe.

When I see my kids with their dad, it’s even more poignant to think that they were once fatherless. They could have been that kid begging from cars. Or more likely, like George. Then they hit the Dad Jackpot.

My kids don’t yet understand how fortunate they are, but one day they will. Just like I did, they take for granted that they have such an amazing dad. As they grow older, they will realize that their kind of dad is not so easy to find. Which is why I celebrate my dad and their dad today.

That Time It Rained in Zanzibar….But There Was Bacon

Back in December, Gil and I won a raffle prize at HOPAC’s Christmas Family Fun Day.  We won two free nights at the Doubletree Hilton on Zanzibar Island.

Score.

Then I found airline tickets on sale, and spent $56 total for the two of us to fly to Zanzibar and back.  

Double score.  

The hotel voucher was only good for the month of April.  Quite certainly, this is because April is Zanzibar’s rainiest month of the year so the hotel would have lots of empty rooms.

But hey, we didn’t care.  We farmed out our kids and packed our bags and enjoyed three days and two nights on Zanzibar.  Sure, we didn’t get to swim with dolphins or sea turtles or go snorkeling, because….African Rain.  But we enjoyed the limitless supply of air conditioning and hot water and all-you-can-eat bacon for breakfast.  

And guess what?  Zanzibar is beautiful even in the rain.  

Fifteen Years of Gil and Amy

Our story was an unusual one.  Good friends for two years, dated for a month, engaged for 5 months, and then 9 months after we were married, we were off to Tanzania.  If you didn’t read the long version I wrote on our 10th Anniversary, I invite you to read it today.

Since then, we’ve spent 11 out of 15 years in Tanzania.  We’ve lived in 8 different houses and traveled across the Atlantic Ocean way too many times to count.  We’ve had one miscarriage and adopted four children and 6 dogs (the children are all still with us; all the dogs are not.)  We’ve worked together in five different ministries.  

I thought about whether I had something profound to say about marriage after 15 years.  But I don’t think I do, because our marriage is still a teenager.  And what do teenagers really understand about life?  

I know if I were to talk to my 23-year-old self in October of 2000, I would give her some advice.  Forgive a lot more quickly.  Find your wholeness in God, not in Gil.  Look for, and focus on, the strengths that go along with your husband’s weaknesses. And my mantra for wives?  Let it go.  Let it go.  Let it go.  (Sing with me now!)  There’s very little in a marriage that’s worth griping or fighting over.  


But the truth is?  I knew those things 15 years ago, in my head at least.  We had great mentors.  I read all the great books.  I just had to learn them for myself.  And perhaps the hardest lesson of all?  That I was not, or never would be, the perfect wife I thought I was.  We’re smiling in all the pictures below.  Of course, you don’t take selfies when you are not speaking to each other, but that doesn’t mean it didn’t happen.  

“Marriage by its very nature has the ‘power of truth’–the power to show you the truth about who you are.  People are appalled when they get sharp, far-reaching criticisms from their spouses.  They immediately begin to think they married the wrong person.  But you must realize that it isn’t ultimately your spouse who is exposing the sinfulness of your heart–it is marriage itself.  Marriage does not so much bring you into confrontation with your spouse as confront you with yourself.” (Tim Keller)


But what I most wished I had known 15 years ago?  Persevere.  It might get harder before it gets better.  But it does get better.  The last five years have been the best of all.


I have no regrets.  Gil is still my very best friend, and he leads me so well.  He gives me wise advice; he makes me laugh; he respects my thinking; he pushes me to do more, to be more, to love Jesus more.  He is the very best Daddy a kid could ask for.  There is nothing I have done to deserve this gift.  

“To be loved but not known is comforting but superficial.  To be known and not loved is our greatest fear.  But to be fully known and truly loved is, well, a lot like being loved by God.  It is what we need more than anything.  It liberates us from pretense, humbles us out of our self-righteousness, and fortifies us for any difficulty life can throw at us.” (Tim Keller)

2000, during our (very) brief period of dating
engagement
October 7, 2000
honeymoon in Oahu

our first time in Zanzibar, 2001
Tanzania, 2002
London, on our way home from Tanzania, 2003
Disneyland, 2004
California, 2004
2005:  Gil gets some sort of delight out of forcing me onto roller coasters and then taking pictures of me.  Enough said.
California, 2005
Seminary graduation, 2005
Our fifth anniversary in Mikumi Game Reserve, 2005
When the dogs were our babies, Tanzania 2006
Our first Christmas with Grace, Tanzania 2006
2007
Youth Group Heroes Night, 2009
California, 2010
In Zanzibar for our 10th Anniversary, 2010
Tanzania, 2010
Bringing Lily home, 2011
Tanzania, 2012
Tanzania, 2013
California, 2013
San Francisco, 2014
Seattle, 2014
Monterey Bay, California, 2014
Now

Places This Amazing Really Do Exist

Gil is home from a month of language school on  Zanzibar island.  Hooray!

In between filling his brain with Kiswahili, he took pictures.  Zanzibar is right off the coast of Dar es Salaam, and is an inhabited island of 1 million people.  It is technically part of Tanzania, but very Arab-influenced, very Muslim, and full of history.

It also happens to be one of the most beautiful, intriguing places on earth.

Enjoy his pictures with me….I had a hard time narrowing them down!

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