“Our bags are packed we’re ready to go…” Isn’t that a Peter, Paul and Mary song? It may be a paraphrase, but it does describe the reality for us on our last night in this most amazing of cities. Are we ready to go? As you may imagine, the jury is still out on that one.
I am very ready to be more in charge of my own life and to have my own home. I am ready to start the work we have been thinking about for months. I am ready to deal with the reality of life in Dili and not the creation of our imaginings. I am ready to see what the Lord wants from us and how we rise or fall.
I am not ready to speak Tetun or Portuguese, although we are a little farther ahead on Tetun (and may never try Portuguese). I am not ready to be a great EFL teacher, but at least I know more than I did three months ago. I am not ready to deal with malaria or dengue fever, but pray that your prayers prevent that need. I am not ready to leave the friends we have made in Roma and the wonderful Canossian sisters who have shown so much love and encouragement to us in our time here. But goodbyes are not something one can ever prepare for or overcome. It is truly part of loving, this letting go and tearing apart. I understand that only in so far as we give ourselves to others can we establish relationships that tear us apart. So, with that in mind……rrrriiiiiippppppp! [posted by Rory]