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Re-entry

Re-entry is tougher than I anticipated. It’s not a stretch to say that this is actually the toughest time thus far. Perhaps it was because the things I saw and experienced were far more than what I prepared myself to. I didn’t expect to see mothers and children sleeping at our gate overnight to line up for clinic. I didn’t expect to see 60 struggling children cramped in a very tight space, knowing that this was still far better than the living situation they came from. I didn’t expect to see five year-olds as tiny as one-year-olds, and not knowing whether they’d make it to the next day or not. I saw a man carrying a little black wooden casket one day and my heart sinked. Reading through the information about the ministry and the project is one thing, seeing and living with it on a day-to-day basis is another.

I still have flashbacks of different moments in our trip. They come and go. I could be talking to someone in this instance and found myself drifted away by memories the next. To say the least, this keeps my attitude and reality in check. It reminds me that there is more “reality” out there than what is right in front of me.

To let such an experience be only memories would be a terrible waste. I’d like to believe that it is God’s way for equipping me for all good works (2 Tim. 3:17). Pro Bono, for the greater good.

Snapped this while having a little worship time on the balcony. It was the day before we left and we were just having some down times. I treasure the moments we get to just be with one another, chat, and connect through worship. These are the moments I’d remember for a long time.
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