Obviously, it’s taken me awhile to get up and around in the digital world, but I’m so grateful that now I have internet access from my own home! It’s definitely not as fast as it is there, but it will get the job done.
Life is slowly becoming “normal” as I find my place here again. Among the babies and the aunties, it is as if no time has passed at all. Returning to them was the greatest reunion. The need is still there, and I’m still filled with the same God-given purpose to advocate for these precious, valuable lives. That part of the transition has been easy. There is no way to look at all the little lives the Lord has blessed us with and not be affirmed in that calling.
Other parts of the transition have not been as easy, but they continue to get better every day. The separation from family and friends has been hard on me, harder than I imagined it being. My family is incredibly close-knit, and I spent the majority of my summer soaking up every last bit of them. All of that intense time we had together this summer has made me mourn them and the life I used to live, but the gift I have in my family is also what made me know I needed to move back to Namwianga in the first place. I take the parable Jesus tells in Luke seriously. I know I’ve been given so many good things in my life, and I know much is demanded from me because of that. God blessed me with the best family in the world so that I could in turn bless others who need family. It definitely is not easy, but I don’t suppose following Jesus usually is. Usually it takes giving other things up, and these days I’m feeling the “giving up” of proximity to family the strongest.
Ralph Waldo Emerson wrote that “For everything you have missed, you have gained something else, and for everything you gain, you lose something else.” These words are merely stating an obvious fact of life, but they are profound. Yesterday, as my family all sat eating together at Qdoba and watching my nephew’s first t-ball practice, I laid on my bed with a really sick little Helen who needed someone to hold her and put some life back in her. And I got to be the one to do that because I’m here and not there. Do I ache when I picture my family all there together? Most definitely. Would I trade a second of the time I got with Helen? Not a chance.