Well we are home! I can not tell you how happy I am to be home with my husband and children. And – I must give a shout out to Chad – he did an awesome job! The kids had so much fun with daddy. I was greeted at the airport with kids in jammies, a big sign, roses, hugs and kisses. I came home to a clean house, a full refrigerator and hardly any laundry! As I walked through the door of our home with my family – I was overwhelmed by just how blessed I am. There were just so many emotions wrapped up in that single moment – gratitude, humility, relief, sorrow, joy, guilt. Thankfully God gave me the strength to pull it together to pass out treats and put the kids to bed. But then… I just lost it. I broke down and wept. All of the stories, faces, experiences – rushed into my brain at once (I am actually crying now just thinking about it.)
While we were there, we debriefed each evening together as a group. I processed the day each night as I wrote the blog. I wasn’t expecting this flood of emotion, I thought that I had processed all that had happened. There was something about being in the safety and comfort of my own home, that made me process in such a different way. I realized just how very blessed I am. Blessed with an incredible family (husband, children, parents, brother, in-laws, nieces, nephews, cousins, aunts, uncles…) blessed with the safety and security of a home, blessed with an abundance of loving true friendships, blessed with a bed to sleep in and running water, blessed to have the freedom to worship and praise the one true God, blessed to have been chosen by God to have this experience. But out of all of those blessings does come an element of guilt. “Why me?” is the question that keeps running through my head. It is not that I don’t feel worthy of the blessings – I know as a child of God, He wants to shower me with an abundance of blessings and words can not express the gratitude and humility that I feel. It is just the realization that the women and children whom I met, are just as worthy (if not more worthy). I haven’t been able to get the thought out of my brain. Then, as I am writing this and praying to God for understanding, I felt the need to look for answers. I turned to James (don’t know why – just seemed like the place to go). My eyes were drawn to the bottom of the page to James 2:5 and there God answered my question. “Listen, my dear brothers and sisters! God chose the poor in the world to be rich with faith and to receive the kingdom God promised to those who love him.” By no means do I think this means that only poor people go to heaven. It does make me wonder though if our own “wealth” decreases our need for faith. If you are poor – how much more likely you are to depend upon God to provide. And as He provides, your faith increases. We witnessed that as we went through Chad’s job loss. The lack of earthly provision increased our need for God’s provision. And as He provided, our faith began to grow like a mustard seed – and it continues to grow.
The other thought that I continue to have is…”Now what?” I know that God did not chose me to have this experience, meet these people, feel these feelings for me to just ponder and forget all that I have seen, heard, felt and learned. So for now I am processing and praying. I am waiting to hear of the plans I know that He has for me(Jerimiah 29:11). Before I left for Greece, I wouldn’t even let myself daydream about what would happen there, because I knew that my earthly mind wouldn’t even come close to the plans that God had for us. And I was right – nothing that I could have imagined would have even come close to what we experienced. As a team we were Holy Spirit led, and that is what I hope I can continue to be. So, I will be praying, I will be reading, I will be listening, and when God asks me to do something…I will be obeying – For I know the Plans He has for me. And guess what…He has plans for you too! Praying for you to be rich in faith and love, Jen