The midst of transition

It’s hard to believe the last two months have come and gone. It feels like just yesterday when I was on motos and tuk tuks to get to dinner across town. It feels like just yesterday when I was watching my first graders run around the playground and play “dead cockroach” during PE.

Although the last two months have flown by, no doubt it’s been a hard transition. It’s never easy packing up your life somewhere, even for a year. I was talking to a colleague the other morning and having a discussion about the lack of purpose we felt outside of Cambodia. The whole image is kind of ironic. Why is it that when we were there, we couldn’t wait to get out and now that we’re back in our comfort zone, we feel miserable? I assume that’s what people call culture shock, and the transition.

I had a short conversation with a friend this morning and our exchange of words stirred up thoughts in my mind about the way we act in different places, with different friends. People always say “just be yourself, you’ll attract friends who are just like you” and don’t get me wrong, that’s true. But at the same time, we also subconsiously adapt to the culture and lifestyle there.

It’s quite a mind boggling thought, at least for myself. it’s almost as if I’m battling to get back who I was when I was in Cambodia and the lifestyle there, in the fear that I will lose that memory if I don’t. But also knowing that it’s okay to be myself here, and to adapt to where I am and to the people I’m around.

Despite everything, one thing I know for sure is: I am so thankful and blessed to have a great church, great friends and a great family. God tugs at my heart every time I think about all that He has provided me. It’s no luck I have the life, the friends, the family and the church I have. Here’s leaving all in God’s hands…

“Whatever you’re doing inside of me, it feels like chaos but somehow there’s peace. Though it’s hard to surrender to what I can’t see, I’m giving into something heavenly.” Whatever you’re doing by Santas Real

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