Coming to
Sleeping
has always been something I've loved to do, yet found little time to do so. At
home, my days are long, filled with keeping promises made to people to do this
or finish that, always striving to conquer every challenge placed before me, to
be perfect in everything.
I
knew when I awoke Thursday morning and crawled out of my cozy bed in Baraboo
that it would be the last time for six months. After searching for my
"misplaced" passport for almost six hours on Wednesday, I was behind
on my schedule of tasks to accomplish Thursday. And the evening was promised to
the Town of
By
dawn on Friday, I was ready for a little break and attended my final Friday
Morning Men's Coffee discussion. Zach came along and, for about 45 minutes, we
listened to a potpourri of topics bounce around the table. Finally, the
clicking clock and more tasks to accomplish--worrying about no piano player for
the church, who would direct the chimes choir, whether Herb Messer would get
enough people to ring the Salvation Army bells, if I could remember to grab all
my notes of stories yet to file, invoicing and on and on--were too much. We
left to finish the awesome task of piling me into my mother's van for the ride
to
When
9 a.m. donged on our living room clock and I still
had things to sort through, I knew the final hours would be hectic. It wasn't
until I gave
A
sense of panic swept over me. For days, I had come to realize that because we
leave one place for another, life does not stop. I knew it when I went to the
town dump on Saturday morning and saw Clarence Lehman sitting in the little
shed. I told him of my great-aunt's funeral in
A
quick stop by Dawn Carignan at Seneca Foods to drop
off a couple items I hadn't had a chance to give personally to other people
slipped by. A final hug and her wise words, "You know, if you can't do the
whole six months, you can come home early. No one will think anything of it
other than what it is." Sometimes, I do need permission to not be perfect.
I appreciated her comments and knew that, if this turned out to be the case,
everything would be fine. Life goes on.
At
Summit Credit Union, I withdrew the money that I had worked literally night and
day to earn for this mission trip. Combined with money donated from several
church members, family friends, two clients and my mother, I realized how
precious each dollar was and how much spiritual support each represented. It
was awesome.
Finally
on the road, I looked around through new eyes. I was leaving and wanted to
remember this place and how it looked now, as well as all the memories of
living here for 23 years that were wrapped up in each scene. Life would go on,
but I would be frozen in time, this time of departure.
After
an interview with a UW-Madison veterinarian so that I could send back a calf
health story to an ag newspaper, I handed my cell
phone over to my mother. She, Zach and I stood inside the O'Hare airport
terminal 5 and, for a few minutes, lingered in hugs. Holding hands and bowing
our heads, we together recited The Lord's Prayer. It gave us strength and a
bond in the greater essence of ourselves and what was about to start. It is the
source of support for us all.
And
as the plane landed at the Yerevan airport some 22 hours later, I thanked God
for delivering me safely to this place, for the love and support of family and
friends back home, and for the mission experience He was about to lead me
through.
Lead
me. Use me. Help me to do Thy will to your glory, whatever that task may be
that is not written into my UMCOR volunteer job description.
Peace!
Pam
September
27 -- I had a few technical problems, and I finally got online to my site
tonight!! Lusine from UMCOR MIS and her husband, Sarghis, along with their three-year-old son, David, came
over tonight and rewired our apartment line. We replaced the dial phone with a
touch-tone one and loaded up an Internet access card code. Here I am!!
FINALLY!!! I will write more and post it by this Saturday morning, October
1—right after we vacuum this week’s crop of cockroaches, dust out
the inch of sand that seems to settle everywhere in this city of 2
million…and water the poor plants.