It has not been an easy week.
From difficulty with websites to difficulty with people, there are times when I would like life to be easier.
I'm sitting now at one of the two coffee shops in Rania, listening to Adele on repeat. Adele is easy on the ears, and I find myself gradually relaxing. Just before I left the university today, I spoke with two colleagues. "I don't know how you do it" I said. "You face barriers in every single thing you do, and yet you don't give up. You continue to face life with hope, joy, and laughter."
This is the honest truth. Most of our Kurdish friends have life circumstances that are much more difficult than ours. Yet, I don't hear them complaining. They face every day with far more joy and hope than I have. This is remarkable.
Much of what my husband and I face here is learning to redefine success. Success at our jobs in the United States was easy to define. We had deliverables and performance reviews. We had deadlines and targets. Our lives were both dictated by grants and all that goes into them: problem statements, proposed plan, graphs, evidence, tables, objectives, outcomes, conclusions, and attachments. All of it wove together to create a fairly concrete system of success. It was easy to know if we were doing our jobs well.
We have entered into a system where none of that exists; where we search and search and search to find grants that our university is eligible to apply for. Once we find those proverbial needles in haystacks, we search and search to see if they fit with our universities capability. The amounts of money are tiny. I was used to dealing in hundreds of thousands to a couple million dollars while my husband was used to dealing in millions. Now, we get excited when we see a grant for five thousand dollars. The smaller the grant, the more the funder seems to want in terms of paper work. So we end up spending as much time on writing a grant for five thousand dollars as we used to for a million.
There are times when we are convinced it is a losing battle. We set up our 'to do' lists, only to be outdone by lack of electricity, no internet and hard to describe infrastructure challenges.
Lately I've come to not try to redefine it. I've come to realize that success is an arbitrary losing battle. But faithfulness - that feels possible.
Success is defined by performance. Faithfulness is defined by constancy.
Success is defined by accomplishment. Faithfulness by devotion.
Success is defined by achievement. Faithfulness by commitment.
Success is defined by attaining a goal. Faithfulness by being true to a promise.
As long as we posed the question "How do we redefine success?" we were still coming out as losing. We felt like failures. But changing it to "Are we being faithful?" This feels helpful.
Maybe, just maybe, it's not just us. Maybe there are others out there that are defining their lives by success when that leaves way too many people out of the equation. Maybe changing the paradigm to faithfulness would change society in indescribable ways. The person who is considered "mentally challenged", the refugee with no job, the elderly who struggles to move in the morning, the one who is chronically ill, the child, the newborn.... how do they fit into our paradigms of success? How can our world be changed to include faithfulness or mere existence as markers of value?
So what does faithfulness mean to me at this moment? It means that I'll not complain about lack of resources. That I will learn to love across cultural differences. That I will not rage about no internet. It means that I will be kind and honor others, that I will communicate in spirit and in truth, that I will love hard and pray harder, that I will love God and love others, that I will read, speak, and write words that honor God, that echo truth.
"Just be faithful."Just be faithful - it's something I've written about before, and so I'll close with some words I wrote some time ago:
The words continue "Marilyn, I know you're tired. Just be faithful. With my strength be faithful." There is now a heavy rain falling and those of us on our way to work are leaving the subway. There is a puddle three inches deep on the platform right before the stairs, just deep enough to seep into shoes before going up to dark clouds and rain. I'm still tired but I walk with One who knows tired, with One who knows pain, with One who knows what it is to live out faithful in this beautiful, broken world.