We are down to hours. It is difficult to think that we only have a matter of hours left here in Georgia, but it is true. The day has come. My heart is full of so many memories from the past 2 years, plus the previous 2 years that I lived here. We are incredibly blessed by all those who have expressed such kind words of love and appreciation, of thankfulness for our time and investment, of joy that they met us, and of sadness that we are leaving. We have been prayed over by the street kids, the bishop of the Pentecostal church, and everyone in between. Each one was as moving, heartfelt, and humbling as the other. And we are thankful…thankful in a million ways.
In 2005 when I first told one particular person about coming to Georgia, their response was that I could not do it because I would get too attached. In the moment, I knew there was some truth in the fact that I would probably get attached. I also knew that they were speaking from a prior experience of seeing my attachment to and the emotions I felt after my first overseas experience in Africa. However, it gave me no fear in going forward and giving it my all.
When I completed my first 2-year assignment, I fell apart. My emotions took over. I did not want to leave. But by the grace of God and the help of several dear friends, I managed to get on the plane and move forward with life (but it was incredibly painful and it took a long time). Now here I am again in the same situation of leaving Georgia. Again by the grace of God, He has carried me and helped me prepare for this departure later today (and I know He will sustain me in the days and months of transition ahead). It has been painful yet again…perhaps a deeper pain than last time because the investment and time has substantially increased. However, my emotions have had less control this time, and I have not completely fallen apart. Over the past several months of preparing myself for this day, I have often thought about what that person said to me 7 years ago. And my conclusion has been that
the JOY of having been here
and the LOVE that has been exchanged between me and the people I have met here
FAR OUTWEIGHS the pain of letting go and moving into a new season.
If I had never come…if I had been too afraid…if I had not invested all that I could and left the rest in God’s hands…then I would never know this JOY. The temporary season of pain is simply temporary. The relationships, the memories, and the JOY that comes with those will stay with me. Yes, I got attached in so many ways, but my heart is full because I did.