It can manifest itself in different ways.
I can find myself crying at the drop of a hat.
The fruit at the grocery store made me cry yesterday. They had mangoes and finger bananas just like the ones JohnMark brought in from the front yard.
You never see finger bananas in the USA. I bought two bunches of them for my cereal in the mornings.
A song on the radio reminded me of my flight home. I cried all the way home from aerobics.
I find that I have no tolerance for silly small talk. Okay I admit it. It's probably not silly or small to whoever is doing the talking,but it seems so whiny and trivial to me.
such as....
I don't want to hear about your shopping spree and the new skirt you settled for buying since you couldn't get it in the color you really wanted.
That conversation made me think about the lack of skirts in the village, and I wanted to say how lucky you were to have so many choices , and the money to buy it, and then I wanted to cry.
And....
Please don't complain to me about gas prices its $10 a gallon in Vanuatu if you can find it, and then they pour it into the tank with a cup.
Please....I don't want to hear you say to me, "Well, when are they coming home? How much longer are they going to be there? enough is enough, don't you think?"
Probably better if you don't ask me why the trip was so hard.
I always come home and decide to clean house. I give away lots of stuff.
I have already sent two boxes to Vanuatu with things I want the kids to have, and I'm working on the third.
I am amazed at what we find important for 24/7 news here in the USA....No wonder I did not miss it. How many different ways can we speculate about Micheal Jackson's death.
I have so many thoughts rolling around in my head and I'm trying to sort through them, and pray through them.
After a while I will calm down, but some of the things that will stay with me..... are
I am thankful to God and my husband for letting me go on this trip.
I will no longer buy stuff for my collections or to just have cause I want it.
I don't need a new outfit for every occasion, what I have is just fine.
I am so thankful for the medical care we have in this country. It is one of the best in the world, and...
I will spend more time in prayer for Erik and the people he serves.
It is good to be home, but It is hard...
2 comments:
Dear Karen,
I can rarely read your posts without crying. You are so articulate about the POM experience. I hope that we can meet someday!
with love,
Diane
I don't know weather to laugh or cry. So true! I think a week or so debriefing in so important. But I also know when you have a global perspective especially as a believer it is hard to ever feel "right" or ok here in the states. We have so much. SO much to be thankful for but also to "whom much is given, much is required".
What am I doing w/what I have.
And AMEN on the line about MJ. That is true w/many of the so called news coverage today. Is it news or gossip? I saw a spoof of the MJ coverage. The reporter said, "Not that my being a journalist gives me the right to diagnose MJ w/a heart condition". . . Crazy!
Your not though:)
Luv ya,
Des
I too have started another small pile to send. Maybe I'll ship myself in a box?
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