You first entered into a foreign culture with all of your country-isms intact, wondering how weird this was all going to be. Around your third or fourth day in, you ironically became somewhat critical toward the very culture you left, wondering why “we” have it so wrong when “they” have it so right… whatever “it” is. Now you’re not sure what to think as you go back to the sounds, flavors and comforts you’ve missed…. while wondering how important those sounds, flavors and comforts actually are.
- God broke your heart over a group of kids/people whose smiles/tears did something inside of you that you didn’t know could happen.
- God expanded your strength somehow, as you accomplished tasks you’ve never attempted before in your life.
- God broadened your mind over a concept or through an “a-ha” moment that will forever change how you look at some aspect of life.
- God ignited a fire in your soul that warmed you in placed you didn’t realize were cold.
- God stretched your circle of friendships, and you now have social media relationships with people who you would never have even known how to look up (let alone spell their name) before your experience.
But it’s the last day… now what?
Well, you probably have one more local meal to eat and enjoy. And then there are the logistics of travel to concern yourself with. So perhaps the next 24 hours are a bit of a wash. You’ll soon find yourself in the old routines that you left before, wondering what really, really matters. You may even get frustrated that you and God don’t connect at home like you did on your trip, not realizing that the luxury of time has played into so much of what you experienced.
Psst… you may have noticed by now I’ve not been as personal on this post as I have in previous ones.
Honestly, it’s not because I’m lacking in material.
Today was one of the most unique days for me on this trip. I won’t go into details here, mainly because I’m still processing it. I sense God is forming some type of life in me through this experience, and I need to prepare for its birth.
As I can process it, I’ll circle back and write an epilogue… or maybe a prologue… maybe it’s both.
What I do know is I’m so, so thankful for this trip.
It’s been one of the stretchiest experience to go through personally-and-with-my-son, while never feeling dangerous (except to my own legalisms and spiritual safety nets that God needed to have His way with anyway). Our Lifetree Adventures trip leader Robin navigated us through each experience, juggling the hats of guide, friend and participant along the way. The missions house was a safe place to unwind each day… our team was able to get to know each other better every day.
What else is there left to say?
I’m not sure, but it’s late… and I have an early departure time to head back home to my family in the morning. Thanks for your prayers, and for journeying with me/us as prayer partners. Here’s one last burst of culture… combined with culture. Consider this the Honduras-American remix.