July 11, 2011
Now for those of you who know me I'm usually never at a loss for words. However, this time it's different. I don't think there is a word, in any existing language, to describe what I'm feeling. I'm glad to be seeing people I had left a year ago here in the States, but.....my heart is broken having had to leave Madagascar. Bitter-sweet isn't strong enough. It's though I'm experiencing a death by leaving Mada but a heartbeat or breath of life as I re-enter “home”.
The death of new yet deep relationships. A heartbeat by seeing an old friend.
The death of a wonderful people group and culture. A breath of fresh air being in the presence of family.
The death of a language I worked so hard on. A heartbeat of being able to speak a sentence without having to think for 5 minutes first.
The death of a dream come true. A breath of fresh air worshiping with my church family.
A death of sitting around for hours and just being with Helena (my best Malagasy friend). A heartbeat eatting really good ice cream with my mom.
I guess that's life, isn't it? Experiencing death and new life throughout a life time....bitter-sweet....