Posted by Jeri on December 5, 2012
My family’s world has been flipped upside down over the past few months. We left Papua New Guinea almost eight months ago. We went from living in a South Pacific tropical climate with a slow-paced lifestyle to the northern hemisphere with more hustle and bustle. Overall, it’s been a good change. We love being closer to family, we’re enjoying the church here, and we’ve been blessed with a nice home.
The kids have especially been introduced to lots of new things, from traffic, to American food, and to well, luxury. So much is new. We discuss our time in PNG together as a family. I often ask the kids about it. Selfishly, I don’t want them to ever, ever forget that life-changing experience. However, I’m trying to remind myself that that was their “normal”.
I don’t ever want to forget that time either.
I loved it. Those six years were probably some of the most challenging I’ve had in my life, yet some of the best. There’s no better way to grow than to be challenged. Most days, I’m okay with the fact that we are back in the States living “normal” lives. But I would be lying if I said I never long for those days in PNG.
I miss the people. The warmth. The beach. The relationships. The tropical fruits.
And sometimes I wonder what God wants me to be doing now.
Today in home school, I told Hannah to write in her journal. I didn’t give her a topic like I sometimes do. She could choose any topic. When she brought her journal back to me, it brought tears to my eyes. This is what she wrote: (spellings already corrected for clarification)
I went to PNG when I was 10 months old. We had two dogs named Boss and Mei. We stayed there for six years. We met lots of people. We helped people to know God. We had teammates. By Hannah 12-3-2012
A struggle I’ve had since leaving PNG has been knowing what God wants me to be doing here. But Hannah gave me at least a glimpse. I should still be helping people to know God.
It’s as simple as that.