Hard to believe just yesterday I was in the Dominican.
I can still smell the smells and feel the dust that attached to a warm and sweaty body on the work site.
I can still feel the tension in my heart when there is amazing beauty surrounded by such poverty….
I can see the faces and hear the laughter and the conversation that surrounded me in a language I could not understand.
And yet this morning I woke up in a beautiful home which provides me amazing comforts: water pressure, drinking water, a warm shower, instant oatmeal, praise music on Pandora and so much more….
I am keenly aware how my heart holds the mystery of life as i reenter into a daily routine…
A routine which brings some comfort but also brings some fear
Fear that in my routine i will lose the keen awareness I feel in my being in these days.
Awareness of a deep ache, an overwhelming sorrow that ebbs and flows, a deep love for family in a greater way, an abundant admiration for people who live with so very little and worship with their whole being….
I am reminded again that the joy and the sorrow that my heart holds is held in the hearts of people close to home and far away….
I am thankful for a God who understands and holds my heart (and yours) with kindness and compassion….
Yes, He does! And He knows what a breaking heart feels like…
Reentry is a hard transition. Your amazing photo journal showed the wonder and intensity of your days. It must have been so good to be occupied in such healing work on behalf of people in such great need. Homecoming brings you back to the full weight of your grief and family care. I will be praying for you and your Mom in this time.