Looking back

For those of you that know me know that I absolutely hate goodbyes. I’d rather just leave and trust that I’ll see whomever again soon. “Until next time” is the phrase I like to use. Here are some of my thoughts as the days for my Slovakia time draws to an end:



Written from June 10th

I sit here still looking out the window. Tears come to my eyes. What will it look like trying to fit back into my own culture that is strange to me now? I know I have changed, but how? Is it good? Is it bad? I have been looking forward to this date for a while now. Why am I scared as it approaches so quickly? I arrived here trying to assimilate into a people group that seemed far off and foreign. Now it hurts to leave the people I have grown to appreciate so much. There are bonds that form with people whom you experience joys and hardships with. Sure I can’t wait to see family and friends. But I can’t help but think another chapter is written. As God writes the ending to these pages and as I gear up for a new volume… I want the contents- the depth to look a little differently than the pages that have already been written.



Thank you to all of you who have taught me how to appreciate the things that truly matter most. I have learned this by just seeing how you live your lives.

I have learned from the Moroccans what true hospitality looks like. From the people living in Krakow I have learned the importance of not forgetting the past- if we do, we might just repeat it. From my students I have learned how to love even when they don’t want it to be received. A small group of believers here has shown me what serving looks like. The Catholic Church in Slovakia has taught me the importance of dedication while I have learned about freedom from my brothers and sisters from Minnesota. From the hard-working bus riders of bus 98 I have seen curious eyes staring at me with harsh eyes. I have learned more about seclusion. From those living on the street I have felt connection- acceptance. Circumstances have allowed me to touch depression, while the power of prayer has shown me that God does rescue. My colleagues have taught me the term “Nevedi” (It doesn't matter) while my roommates and I have learned how to live in community amidst difference. Slovaks have shown me more about their values- people are more important than any activity they could have chosen. From the old men who fish in the polluted creek I have learned patience and the joy of just being.

Thank you for teaching me more about what matters.