My team has been plagued with “Only-One-Month-Left” syndrome. Home has been a huge topic of discussion as well as the countdown until we’re home again. I try to not take part in these conversations because I’m trying to stay present while I’m here, but it is incredibly tough when I miss home so much.
This brings me to the dream that I had the other night. I dreamt that I was on an airplane on my way from Guatemala to home and my mom is in the seat next to me (why she is there, I have no idea). It felt completely normal to be heading home. We leave the airplane and we go straight to her work so I can say hi to everyone there. They welcomed me home and then we went to my old workplace. I was surrounded by “Hi! How are you?! How was Guatemala?? When are you coming back to work??” This dream felt completely real. I literally felt like I was home seeing all of these familiar faces again.
I suddenly realized something. How did I get here? I don’t remember saying goodbye to everyone…I don’t remember crying when I left…Surely I’m going to cry. I don’t remember leaving Guatemala. I look at my mom and I say, “I’m sorry, mom…But I think this is a dream.”
A while later I woke up and I was pumped that I was still in Guatemala. All I could do was thank the Lord for that dream and that I was still here and I hadn’t just let this time slip through my fingers. That dream granted me a new outlook on this last month. I’m going to try my hardest to be present here and to enjoy each day and ministry while I still have the opportunity.
Thank you so much for all of your prayers! Please continue to pray for my team and I and that we will finish out our trip strong. Please pray that the countdown will disappear and that we will live for the moment and not what is down the road.
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