13 July 2010

Anywhere you live

I was watching an episode of M*A*S*H the other day, where Radar is being sent home because his Uncle Ed died. (If you are too young to know what I’m talking about, I apologize.) The driver asks him where he’s headed, and Radar says, “Ottumwa, Iowa.” The driver kind of shrugs and says, “I guess anywhere you live is home.”

This week, I’m realizing how true that is. I had no expectation that I would be sad to leave Pignon…and yet, as things start to disappear into boxes and bags, I find I’m upset. ‘Why on earth should I be sad?’ I keep asking myself. ‘You’re going back to civilization, for heaven’s sake! A hot water heater! A refrigerator! A washing machine!’ (As you might have guessed, the socks around here could surely use one—my hand-washing just doesn’t cut the mustard.) 

But I have people here—Haitian friends and American friends. And when I want to go somewhere here, I walk. And when I need something, I know how to get it. I can function here, and that can be a comfort in itself. We’ve been in suitcases for over a year now, so I’m hesitant to release any sense of home that I’ve found. And yet moving forward means that David finally gets to do what he’s trained to do, so I suppose I can muster up the courage for a worthy cause such as that.

Please pray for our move and transition to temporary housing in Port-au-Prince, which begins on Friday. Please also continue to pray for more permanent housing for us, as the search continues...


1 comment:

  1. I'm praying for you as you move yet again! Hopefully you will have permanent housing soon and can start to put down some roots. Love you both! Mom

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