Well, after 20+ hours of travelling I have finally arrived. And it’s still today, although I left yesterday and technically arrived tomorrow. Confused? 7 hours time difference does that to you! It’s good to be there. I was picked up at the airport by the lovely couple who are in charge of the house I’m staying in, and after a lovely meal at something I think was called “Rudy’s”, I got some groceries at “Price Chopper” before heading here, home- for the next 3 months. I feel very dazed…not much sleep gives you this feeling, but I am sure after a good night’s sleep I will be able to reflect some more. So until then, good night.
Walking home on the crunchy snow that lights up a December evening, I felt so thankful. The revelation that fellowship and being together is the best gift you can give someone, and realising that although it might seem small, it can turn into something big when a person feels seen and valued. Yesterday I helped out with a crafts workshop for a group of lovely women volunteering for Crux where I worked before (well, in all honesty: they were making angels while I ate Christmas cookies, Quality Street chocolate, and chatted). I love walking alongside people in conversation, and realise sharing life for 2 hours can last so much longer in value and experience. This evening we had our Christmas dinner for volunteers and people who are part of my current job. It was a delightful evening with many nations gathered around the same table…. eating the same food… and for a few hours creating a small fellowship moment that will become a good memory for the future. Often in my job ...