Summer is coming to an end. My busy busy life will slow down quite a bit. Coming home from Massachusetts yesterday was anything but relaxing. I knew going back was going to be a very joyful time, What I didn't know was how it was going to feel to leave. It was two years ago in September that I left the one place I love most and that feels like home. I met some amazing people this weekend, whom I learned a lot from. I feel so encouraged and loved by those people. Going back to L'abri will always bring sentimentality. I know its purpose is supposed to be the opposite of that, but I feel that it is almost impossible. That is the place where the roots were planted, watered and nurtured. I was loved and encouraged there. I was taught how to think and have a mind of my own. What it looks like to live with people I don't get along with and how we are all image bearers. L'abri will always feel like I have found this hidden treasure of life that others are missing out on. I know that part of the reason leaving was hard because I know that L'abri served its purpose in my life and its time to move on. The people who go to L'abri are a rare breed, but we all have something in common, that we are seeking something. I don't know how to build a bond with someone who feels that life is a chore to be lived, and every working hour is supposed to be a countdown. Aren't the hours of where we feel like not happening some of the most important ones? There is almost something you can learn and take from whatever experience is going on. It seems hard to find people like that in the suburbs out here. It is hard to find people who think period.
The whole reason I went back this weekend was because Grace got married. It went by too fast but I enjoyed every second. I knew that the second I left I wished I would've taken it in more. So I did, I tried as much as I could to remain present. Being back at L'abri also revealed to me how far God has brought me. How those people I will always have a connection to, they will always be apart of who I am no matter what. Even though the workers there might not know every story of things that have happened or have seen how far I am today, I didn't feel the need for them to know, I knew and God knows and thats what mattered. anywho.
So now I am back here. In a city I don't enjoy, with people who I don't really click with. But this is where I am at. God has given me the people I need during this time, I know i am supposed to be here. It is short term, until i move onto my next place but I am here and this is my reality. And working as a nanny can be isolating and exhausting. I learn many thing from them, probably more from them than they do from me. With school starting back in a few weeks I will be back on the train of education. I am looking forward to it!! I cannot wait to be back in that environment. That is all for now.
