little things

I sit here with my cup of tea in a tiny kitchen in Bulgaria, and I miss drinking tea with my mom in our big kitchen in North Carolina.

 

 

I celebrate a teammate’s birthday; while across the world, I miss my niece celebrating her first birthday. 

 

When I woke up every morning in Romania, I heard the clip clop of horses as they pulled wagons by the house.
I miss that. 

 

In Antigua, my best friend was a boy named Henry that lived at the hospital in the Cerebral Palsy wing.
I miss him.

 

In Honduras, there was a prayer wall and I spent some of the sweetest time with the Father there.
I miss it.

 

I go for a run along the tree-lined path beside the Danube River and see Romania on the other side, the sun sparkling off the water and I’m thankful to be here.

 

If I hadn’t chosen this life, or this life hadn’t chosen me, I wouldn’t know these things. 

 

I wouldn’t know the beauty of an Eastern European fall.

 

I wouldn’t know the love of the Father as He gently squeezes out all the things that are not Him, and the joy as He shows me all that is Him.

 

I wouldn’t know the quaint beauty of Brasov, Romania, tucked in the mountains beside Dracula’s castle, with the steeple of the Black Church rising up in sharp contrast to the mountainous backdrop. 

 

I wouldn’t know the beauty of the beaches in Guatemala, or Nicaragua, or how black sand feels between my toes.

 

I wouldn’t know that you can hold malnourished child and by that action, tangibly show it the love of the Father.

 

I wouldn’t have the experience of sitting in a coffee shop in Antigua, studying the Word and soaking in the revelation of the Father. 

 

I wouldn’t know that a smile of a child with cerebral palsy could light your life. 

 

I wouldn’t know how much I do love my family, and the little things back home. 

 

I wouldn’t know that it’s ok to miss those things. 

 

I wouldn’t know that you can miss the old and love the new so much. 

 

It’s the little things that count in this life. The little moments that we sometimes let pass us by. Grab the little moments, the little things and hold on to them for everything they are. 

 

Before I know it, I’ll be having tea in a big kitchen in North Carolina with my mom and missing my cups of tea in a tiny kitchen in Bulgaria. 

 

This life goes by so fast. Don’t let the little moments pass you by. 

*pictures from pinterest or my instagram account. the difference is obvious. 😉