Sunday, January 23, 2011

When all is said and all is done

After approximately 750 away from home, I have made it to my final day in Peru. What a strange feeling to be at the end of this big adventure and to be saying goodbye to everyone I have come to appreciate here. This past week in Lima has been filled with lunches and dinners with friends, birthday parties and sightseeing. My roommates wanted to take me to the Park of Magical Waters – or a huge part with huge fountains, and I won’t lie it was impressive. We made stops throughout the week at my favorite restaurants and I’ve tried to make it through all of my favorite Peruvian dishes. Friday night I had my second going-away party, but this time it was just with the ADIEL pastors and their families. It was a lovely night of delicious desserts, laughter and good conversation. The pastors took time to pray over me, thanking God for my time here in Peru and praying over the new season of life that I will soon be entering. We joked, played games, said our goodbyes and that was that.

This morning I went to my last church service at La Vina del Senor, and after enjoyed a nice lunch out with my roommates. It’s a gray day in Lima and while I am tired from swimming in details and coordinating lunches and dinners and birthday parties, I’m very content with this last week in Peru.
For now my bags are packed (mostly) and my goodbyes said (almost) and now I just have one more evening ahead of me. How will I be spending my final hours you ask? I’m going to the Peruvian Circus! My roommate Elly is taking me to a Peru-style Cirque du Solei show in downtown Lima. Not a bad way to end the day! The show is called something I can’t pronounce and is based on Peruvian culture and history. Elly and I will be going alone as Meredith and Raquel are on their way to Chincha to help with a medical missions team from the states that is helping out one of the ADIEL churches here. So tonight it is just the two of us. Well I’ve only got about an hour to finish up my packing and get myself down to the circus tent, and then I’ll finally get to start the long trip home. Tomorrow morning a taxi is coming to pick me up at 4:00am to take me to the airport. My flight leaves at 7:00 and will take me to Miami, where I will go through customs, and then on to Dallas. Oh joy for international travel. I would love prayer as I travel tomorrow, that there will be no trouble checking my bags, or that they simply won’t get lost, that there won’t be trouble going through customs and that I will have a save flight. I’m so excited to be seeing you all soon. (and sorry about the lack of pictures recently, out internet in Lima has been a little funky. I'll post some pics once I get back state side)

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Birthdays Celebrated and Lessons Learned

I suppose it’s inevitable when you get to the end of a season of life not to look back and notice all the things you wish you’d done differently. We go through life learning, making mistakes, becoming better people because of those mistakes, but that doesn’t help relieve the pain those mistakes caused. Such is life. As I finish this season of living overseas I can’t help but to take a mental catalogue of my two years and see the mistakes I made, choices and attitudes, successes and failures. I wonder how many wasted opportunities to make friends, practice my Spanish, or simply love someone well are part of these two years. Why is it that when we find ourselves in a situation where we can chose the comfortable route or the needed route, we so often chose what is comfortable?
I celebrated my 25th birthday this past Sunday, and since it was also my last day in Tarma, my birthday was paired with my despedida (going-away party). It was a lovely evening of seeing friends and contacts one last time, laughing and enjoying food together. I was humbled by the number of people who showed up to tell me goodbye. People that I’ve spent these past years trying to encourage to read the Bible, learn to love Jesus, and participate in our ministry. People whom I taught English to, and who have taught me Spanish, people with whom I lived my life in Tarma. I was humbled because as all these people took their turn telling me goodbye I realized how I had failed to love them well. I can justify my overall attitude and behavior in Peru by the circumstances that brought me here and the circumstances that divided my attention between my life here and my life at home, but in the end, aren’t the strong of heart expected to go above and beyond their circumstances? I wonder if I just accepted them and managed to live as best I could with them. I said goodbye to Tarma thinking about my list of things I would have done differently. On the top of that list would be to have invested myself and loved these people more. I’m sure I loved them fine, and sufficiently, but I could have loved them better, dying to self and loving them in a way that no one else has loved them.
So what do you do when you end a season of life with a long list of regrets? I suppose you tack that list to your mental bulletin board and vow to learn from your mistakes and make your future better because of them. I suppose at this point, 5 days away from returning to my own home and own culture, that is all that I can do.

Saturday, January 8, 2011

With only 2 weeks to go, almost.

Come Monday, I will be down to my last two weeks in Peru. One week will be spent in Tarma helping my team with a week of summer workshops, and one week in Lima wrapping up legal ends (terminating my visa, paperwork etc.) and saying goodbye to the pastors of the ADIEL and the other ReachGlobal families. It has definitely been an interesting process to “transition out” of responsibilities, routines, and bedrooms. Wait, bedrooms? Yes, one of my goals before leaving Peru was to move completely out of my bedroom, and help Elsa move in. My room is a little bigger than hers, so it would make sense for her to have it once I’m gone. But I thought, why not take advantage of the “manpower” that is here and make the switch before I’m gone. So this week was spent swapping bedrooms, and then I began the work of turning Elsa’s old bedroom into the team’s new ministry supply room. Having sold my bed to some friends in town, I have been sleeping in a sleeping bag on a mat on the floor that I roll up each morning to continue the work of organizing the new room. We have several boxes of items that we have not seen since moving to Tarma last year, so this has been a great opportunity to downsize the general “stuff” that is around our house, and make an accurate log of the ministry supplies that we have to work with. This has been a fun project for me for several reasons. One, moving out of my bedroom was a large step towards making my way home, and transitioning out of my life in Tarma. Two, I love to organize things. When I was a little girl I would go to the grocery store with my mom, sit on a couple of packages of toilet paper and organize the shopping cart. So I guess I’m destined to organize things. I also love to get rid of stuff, whether it be throwing it out, giving it away or selling it. I love to downsize, and initiate the “less is more” policy whenever possible. I hope to wrap up the store room project this weekend and move on to our week of workshops before finishing out the week with my birthday/going-away-party. More to come on that front in a few days.