Indonesia. Half a world away from what I used to call “normal-life.”
We’ve barely been here a week and already I feel so full from feasting on the beauty of this place and its people. Life seems to pour out of every space we pass. In some ways, it has felt like coming home because the people here are so hospitable and kind.
The 60+ hour journey via plane, train, and automobile to get us here (and the ensuing weariness of that journey) has not dampened the enjoyment of what we’ve already experienced.
Our squad spent two days camping beside a waterfall among the tea fields and jungle-wilderness of a rural city. We hiked along slick, muddy pathways overhung by lush green garden-walls in search of pools to swim in. These first few days were such a unifying gift as we are still getting to know one another.
My current understanding of the Indonesian language is extremely raw and stumbling at best. What I hear in my head just doesn’t want to come out of my mouth. But our new friends are so patient. They just smile and laugh, encouraging us to try again. Their gentleness inspires me.
It inspires me to be patient with myself. To move slower, and to listen fast. To show myself grace as I observe their world in full-color and reach for greater understanding of who these people are. I am savoring the details and meditating on the inherited faithfulness they carry for family and community.
I am blessed to be here.
