I can’t yet fully articulate what I learned or how I changed
over the past twelve weeks and thousands of miles. Not all of it was easy or
comfortable. In fact, some moments were truly painful – like that icy slide
down the side of a ski slope where several trees left their marks on my legs,
and being forced to listen to really conservative theology I strongly disagreed
with, for three days straight. Other moments were precious and holy – like climbing
to the top of a waterfall with my dearest friend; singing with Montagnard
children in the small village church in Vietnam; and seeing what strong,
beautiful women my sweet Sri Lankan little sisters have grown into. At this
point, I can say that I am more fully
aware of how good my life is – not in comparison to the lives of others I met,
but because I am lucky enough to live a life that has connected me to so many
others whose lives are so different from my own; because my life has been so
full of rich experiences and relationships. I feel rich. Grateful. Full.
My hope is that even as I go back to a busy schedule and the
demands of “ordinary” life, I will continue to find ways to fill up my spirit
again. That I will keep pouring myself out doing what I love, but also let
myself be filled by what renews and energizes me. I hope that for all of you,
too, that you will discover what makes you feel full of life, to share it
generously with others, and then to know when to rest and play and take it all
in again.
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