Another dream. Not another nightmare, just a dream.
Another dream with a message.
In the dream it was time to leave. Time to go home. Time to leave the children’s hospital/orphanage where our team of 12 served for 7 days.
I was the last one to pack. I rummaged through my bags to see if I had everything. My luggage seemed so empty. Like I’d left too much behind.
I ran around the building, frantically searching for anything that I’d forgotten to pack.
I remember thinking I don’t need to take anything else. I have everything I need and more waiting for me at home. I want to leave everything behind.
What did I want to bring home? What did I want to check at the airport, put on a plane, and fit into my “normal” life?
What did I want to leave behind? Was I trying to bring things home that should be left right here? What more can I give to them?
I ran into a room where babies were sleeping. All cozy and warm in their blankets. Cared for by the loving nurses who worked there. But I was making too much noise in my search. One by one the babies were waking, jumping out of their beds, running to me, wanting to play. I couldn’t stop even for a moment, my time was up and it was time to leave. I apologized to the nurses and ran to join my team as they loaded into the vehicles that would take us to the airport.
Then I woke.
I woke with a heavy feeling on my heart. Like maybe I’d left some things in Dominican that I should have brought home, and maybe I’d brought some things home that I should have left in Dominican.
It’s hard to know whether to check the baggage or leave it behind.
The baggage of awareness, exposure, helplessness, and the feeling that I am one in a world so big.
Like it or not, I checked alot of baggage on the return flight to Canada. And I don’t regret it in the least.
I only hope I didn’t leave anything behind in Dominican. Things like my hope for peace, my love for others, my faith that God is in control. Those things I need to bring home with me so I can live them out on this end of the trip.
Now comes the task of unpacking the baggage that I checked and brought home with me. Unpacking, sorting, fitting it into my home, my family, my life.
The journey has only just begun.
Lord, guide my steps as I journey with You, as I unpack and sort all You showed me in Dominican. Thank You for the baggage – some days it will feel heavy and other days light. I’m so glad I checked it instead of leaving it behind.
The next few posts will be an overview about our Dominican mission trip. I hope to write it out like a diary and share some photos with you as well. Maybe you can catch a glimpse of what it was like during our seven days in Dominican!