Reflection. There’s plenty of time for it when webpages refuse to open or emails take hours to download. It’s easy to reflect in peaceful pauses when snotty-nosed children snuggle close. I’m making time, somehow, between malaria tests and medicine distribution, phone calls and ridiculously challenging small tasks, to try to make sense of all I’ve seen and observed and participated in during my last few weeks in Asia. What are the things that I take and make part of me? And how the heck does that happen anyway?
What does it matter…
For now, for these brief intervening days before I return States-ward, I am in Sudan at Yei Children’s Village with many people to love. As I love the One and the ones in front of me, I’m sure the other things will fall into place.
(I’m planning to be in the US for the month of May. If there’s a chance for me to meet with you during that time, just let me know and we’ll see if we can make it happen!)