This month, I’m learning a lot about slowing down and enjoying the little moments. About how God made me for my own purpose and my gifts can’t be compared to the gifts of my teammates. About patience and what that really looks like.
We only have one more week here in Serbia and then we head to Albania. I can’t believe the first month has come and gone this quickly.
I’ve heard stories about the memories from the bombs going off in Serbia several years ago and the fear that comes along with it. Can you imagine what it would be like? No electricity, living in isolation and darkness, watching bombs go off in the distance from the bedroom window. How do you possibly explain that to a 8 year old and a 4 year old.
Serbia isn’t just what you hear about on the news. This place is so much more.
This month, I’ve helped neighbors milk their goats.
I’ve learned how the community prepares for the winter. Cooking peppers, grinding them and cooking them down, jarring them for the months to come.
I’ve learned how to make plum brandy (serbian moonshine) and I’ve helped friends gather walnuts.
I’ve found my favorite spot, up the “mountain” overlooking the city. In an old abandoned building, covered in graffiti. The spot where I most enjoy processing my thoughts.
I’ve played with more stray animals in three weeks than I have in my entire life.
I received acupuncture from a teammate.
I’ve worn the same outfits more times than I can count.
I’ve had hard conversations with my team.
I’ve laughed over the silliest things, like suicidal bumble bees and toilet papering each others rooms.
And coffee, can’t forget about my love for coffee.
But most of all, I’ve created space. Space for God to do big things in my life. Space for God to teach me important lessons. Space for God to show me who I am and how He sees me.
Every day may not be good but there is something good in every day.
