Wow...
It has been an intense month. It has been filled with many bittersweet tears. It has been filled with aching loneliness. It has been filled with the busy preparation for a new school year. It has been filled with prayers and songs and desires.
Transition is always incredibly difficult for me. This time, I felt it was especially difficult. I missed my family, my friends. I missed that sense of being known to the very core of who you are. I missed processing with my loved ones and being loved on in tangible and ever-present ways.
I know that in some ways, this past month saw oppression, preparing to enter into the community in new and lasting ways through the hiring of ELEVEN new teachers, and preparing for vision-casting to a new staff of teachers who have been hand picked to teach and inspire and encourage and build up our students this next academic year.
But, as I was talking to a dear friend the other day, I also think that it was a season of grieving what could have been and knowing what is.
I love my live here in Ghana. I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I am called to it. But, that doesn't change the fact that is can be very difficult.
In any case, I am finally feeling like I have reached the end of my "transition tunnel" and am out the other side with great hope for all that this year may hold.
This afternoon, some of "my girls" were over here helping clean up around my house. Mary asked me to put on some music and I gladly conceded. Before I knew it, Hannah was twirling around in the middle of my living room to Jenn Johnson's "In Over My Head" and I sat in wonder at my girl spinning on her toes, lifting her arms in praise, pouring out her worship before the Lord.
And in that sweet moment, with such clarity, I felt this sense of relief...I am home.
Finally, after returning to Ghana and being here for almost two months...I finally feel home again.
It has been an intense month. It has been filled with many bittersweet tears. It has been filled with aching loneliness. It has been filled with the busy preparation for a new school year. It has been filled with prayers and songs and desires.
Transition is always incredibly difficult for me. This time, I felt it was especially difficult. I missed my family, my friends. I missed that sense of being known to the very core of who you are. I missed processing with my loved ones and being loved on in tangible and ever-present ways.
I know that in some ways, this past month saw oppression, preparing to enter into the community in new and lasting ways through the hiring of ELEVEN new teachers, and preparing for vision-casting to a new staff of teachers who have been hand picked to teach and inspire and encourage and build up our students this next academic year.
But, as I was talking to a dear friend the other day, I also think that it was a season of grieving what could have been and knowing what is.
I love my live here in Ghana. I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I am called to it. But, that doesn't change the fact that is can be very difficult.
In any case, I am finally feeling like I have reached the end of my "transition tunnel" and am out the other side with great hope for all that this year may hold.
This afternoon, some of "my girls" were over here helping clean up around my house. Mary asked me to put on some music and I gladly conceded. Before I knew it, Hannah was twirling around in the middle of my living room to Jenn Johnson's "In Over My Head" and I sat in wonder at my girl spinning on her toes, lifting her arms in praise, pouring out her worship before the Lord.
And in that sweet moment, with such clarity, I felt this sense of relief...I am home.
Finally, after returning to Ghana and being here for almost two months...I finally feel home again.
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