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.
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….