I know that many of you have been up, checking the site every day for updates, reading through the blogs from my trip to Ghana. It’s been a week and a few days since I got home and honestly, I am still processing it and haven’t even managed to unpack it.
Our spare bedroom at home proves my point. I returned from Accra and walked in our front door at around 12:30am March 3rd. I dropped my oversized carry-on and my gigantic purple suitcase in the floor in that room. And, that’s where it has stayed. Sure, I unzipped it, pulled out the some of the dirty clothes and a few things here and there. But for the most part, it has remained untouched. And with it is a journal of thoughts and lists of names whom I know and met while we were there. It’s not like I don’t WANT to share the rest of the stories I heard, or contact those who have a piece of my heart still in Africa. It’s definitely not that I don’t care about anything that I was completely unworthy of being a part of. Every day I have walked by that room and said to myself, “I should really get that mess in there figured out and put away.” But every day comes to an end and I still have that pile of things to deal with. It’s definitely frustrating for me, but I’m realizing more and more how I struggle with unpacking painfully convicting moments. Obviously, the trip was not just ONE MOMENT but a series of blows to my perception of God, myself, my place in this world, and life in general.
I don’t know how to explain it, but basically, I feel like my mind has been downloading/filing away all that I saw, heard and experienced. I mean have you ever been a part of something that completely transformed your way of looking at life? Completely redifined all that you knew and understood to be real? That may be the only way to really explain all that I have been thinking about over the last few days. It’s amazing how 11 days can take a toll on your mind, your life at home, and your body. Not to mention the spiritual heaviness that you experience and the fact that your mind is always on alert, ready to speak truth and love. Last year I definitely felt overloaded, but this year was a different experience for sure- added responsibility, deeper insight, and more accountability to come back and share it all.
So where am I at today? Still figuring it all out…still penning all of my thoughts on paper….still putting the puzzle pieces back together.
Bare with me…it might take a little time before it all comes out. But that is the goal.
What helps you unpack?
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