I’ve just come out of a Romanian movie theater after watching the movie, Eat, Love, Pray (in English with the actual actors voices which is a miracle in some foreign countries). While I don’t agree with a lot of what the movie stood for it did open my eyes to some realizations. I love that watching a movie can bring you new realizations and new revelations. It’s like the stuff that God has told you time and time again just suddenly clicks.
It’s a beautiful thing. Realizations like..
I’m 28 years old.
I hear languages daily that are not my own whether they be French, Spanish, Creole, Romanian, a whole host of African or Asian with various accents pulled in.
People of each country have their own look, it defines them and speaks of generations of stories and tales, hardships and triumphs.
Different beliefs of these cultures lead me to a deeper understanding of who God is and that I have a deep, personal relationship with the one true living God. For that realization is by far the most important one.
The realizations that every day is a gift and while I ignore it and take it for granted it is still there, with every sunset and sunrise.
Each trial brings me to a new realization on how to actually live each day to the fullest, that even those days where all you do is lay in bed and sleep that knowledge that a worthwhile dream or thought may come.
I’ve noticed that there are many days when I long for home, the familiar, the safety that even the thought of home brings. Those are dangerous thoughts that lead to forgetting what I’m here for and in turn make me miss out on the beauty that each culture brings.
I deeply wish that all of you could experience what I am, to see the destruction and beauty in each country, to meet these people who welcome me wholeheartedly into their world.
Realizations that with each culture brings variety of foods, rice and beans, corn meal, etc. many that don’t settle well with your stomach…
The realization that I all too often look and dream of my future. Of my husband and what we will do, of who I will be. Losing myself and forgetting that this is my time to find myself. Who I am, figure out who God intricately created me to be and loving and nurturing that person. My time to create sweet melodies that only God may hear. To know that my journey as a vagabond doesn’t end after 11 months but lasts a lifetime.
To take risks, to trust, to love…
The realization that I’m finally diving into this deep ocean of finding out who God is, and who I am.
