Is the same, but different. We said goodbye, or see you later, to our dearest friends
and family. Packed all the things
we felt like we needed into 12 suitcases and brought them to the airport. Argued with the lady at the Delta
counter about how many bags we got for free. Lost. Asked for
our bags back. Repacked. Checked 11 bags. Sent one home with Miranda. Went only $100 over budget on luggage
overage charges. Yay! Went
through security. Forgot to unpack
all the extra electronics from our carry-ons. Set off security alerts. Oops. Greg went through the full body
scanner—he always has to! Repacked
the carry-ons that the security people unpacked. Sigh. Got on some stinking long flights and
didn’t sleep. Except for Angelica,
who slept all over me (and the random guy on the other side of her). Got off the plane in Jo’burg. All five of us, yes even the 6 year
old, had to push a luggage cart. At least SHE
slept! Got picked up at the
airport by people we had met once.
All familiar, but at the same time, all a little bit
different. Kind of like most
things in Africa. The store is
familiar, but a little bit different.
So is everything in it. Roads are the same, but
different. People are the same,
but different. The feelings of
being here are the same as always, but different too. We’ve never lived here before. Different.
Here’s a list of a few different things that have happened
since we got here:
Julia discovered she is a monkey whisperer. When she calls monkeys, they come.
Greg had to stop in the road to avoid hitting a cow.
I peed on the side of the road
in the long savannah grass. You gotta do what you gotta
do!
A man rang our gate bell at
6:00am to ask for work, or food, or money.
I’ve heard of this thing called
Culture Stress. It’s different
than culture shock, because it’s not just the surprise, or even that you don’t
like something. It’s just the
overwhelmingness of the “same but different” feeling. Makes you tired.
Things are harder than they usually are. Harder than they are at home. Harder than you want them to be. We are experiencing this right now. Tired. But happy to be figuring things out, slowly, gradually. It will all come together.
Stood in worship at HPC
Swaziland Sunday morning. God is
here. At Bible study in my house
before my kids wake up in the morning.
God is here. And so we
know, it will all be okay. Better
than okay. Good, great, a
treasure. All of these experiences
are a treasure. God is making us
into who we need to be. And He
needs US to be the same…but different.