But sometimes adjusting back is just hard. There's the overwhelming task of grocery shopping after coming off a week of solid chicken and rice. Why, oh why, are there so many different kinds of cereal?! There's the continued lack of reconciliation with living in such a blessed culture and seeing a week of "without". But there's also this constant wrestling of failing to communicate experiences to others. I seem to set myself up for this one: I want to tell about things that happened and expect for others to "get it", but it falls flat.
I want to be able to convey the overwhelming joy when we dropped the first fish cages in the water and added the fingerlings while the trafficked children looked on. I want to explain the utter fear and peace as we crouched in the bottom of the boat and prayed for safety in the middle of a lightning storm. I want to paint a picture of what it was like to interview 17 trafficked children, to hear every one of them say they want to go to school instead of work. And I want to hear a response of "yes, I understand why you do what you do". But it doesn't ever come how I wish for it to.
It occurred to me tonight that I'm looking in all the wrong places. I think one reason God grants us unexplainable experiences is so that we'll be drawn to him in a way that no one else can come close to. I can tell stories and share feelings all day long, but God's the only one who will truly "get it" every single time since He granted it to begin with. What a cool thing that can be when I stop looking to other people to fill me up in ways that they cannot. Tonight, God is filling me up in some incredible ways and drawing me close. Oh that I would simply rest in that!
More to come...
I'm loving reading up on your trips. It sounds like this one was pretty groundbreaking in a lot of ways. I'm glad for your safe travel and good luck getting back into the swing of things.... whatever that means. :)
Thanks friend!