A single week.
That’s how long we’ve been here.
Yet, my heart is invested a lifetime’s worth.
These have been changing moments.
What I’ve seen
Who I’ve spoken to
Who I’ve danced with and laughed with and cried with-
Has changed me.
Where I’ve walked
What I’ve heard
What I’ve prayed out and hoped for and believed in-
Has changed me.
And in a week I’ve learned a new sport.
And I’m not really that bad-
For only having played twenty hours worth.
And I bought a plane ticket home.
And the enormity of the moment was shared-
With the people in my life for just a time as this.
Nine months in, one thousand moments later-
And some things still confuse me.
How a heart can be so happy [+excited +scared +longing +full +lonely +grateful +selfish]
at the exact same moment.
Nine months in, one thousand miles later-
Some things don’t surprise me.
How “we’re going to get water,” actually means from a natural source [from the ground, with the Virgin Mary watching over it]
these are my favorite moments.
We sit at the table a little longer.
We walk through town a little slower.
We wake up earlier so we can pray more.
We turn on music to dance a little later.
I’ve been told, these are history making moments.
I am convinced, these moments contain the hope of glory.
