Cayle and I haven't posted in too long! When we first returned to Ohio, we hit the ground running with Caylan's wedding and catching up with friends and family and sharing about our last year at supporting churches. We have been back in the
States for 6 months – 4 months since we realized we were back to stay, but at
times it seems it’s only been weeks. Many days it seems we’ve settled into a
routine, homeschooling, activities, etc. Some days it seems life will never be
quite “normal” again. I hear or see something that triggers memories and they
flood my mind. I’ll be honest and tell you I miss so many people- kids, staff/ministry partners,
even the mango lady. J
I miss the rain, the dust, the temperatures! I miss fufu
and egusi, jollof, fried rice Fridays, Friday night movies with little ones snuggling/squirming/falling asleep on my lap, kids dancing in worship on Sunday morning. Some days I find myself blinking back tears because I
miss so much…but even in the midst of the missing, I am reminded how blessed
I am. God allowed us to live in another country, experience another culture,
give our hearts & love to incredibly special people and places, be a part of what He is doing with some amazing kids. I know that though my heart
hurts, it means I have loved and been loved. I have left pieces of my heart in
many places we’ve traveled: Tennessee, Virginia, Pennsylvania, Colorado,
Mexico, Ghana…the list could go on. I love the beauty of God’s creation, I love
the diversity of His children. My soul is forever touched by the places I’ve
been and by those whose paths have intersected mine. Some have left scars that
may hurt from time to time, but most are beauty marks that have left me better
for the loving. I’m not sure to whom I should correctly attribute this
quote, but it has never been more true for me than now:
"Some people come into
our lives and quickly go. Some stay for awhile and leave footprints on our
hearts, and we are never, ever the same.”
Those who have left
footprints on my heart, whom I have met through many different means, live all
over, not just this country or Ghana, but really the world. I am so thankful for
technology! I read a story today that reminded me that our hearts are even more beautiful
for the scars. You can read it here if
you’d like: http://epistle.us/inspiration/apieceofmyheart.html
It’s acceptable, even
preferred, that I will never, ever be the same. I hope I don’t return to a life
of routine, of forgetting all that God has shown me. I pray that I am
continually watchful of God moments when He allows the lives of others to
intersect mine so that through it all He is glorified.
I thank my God every time I remember you. Philipians 1:3
Dawn
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