Friday, Eric went to the city dump to pass out sandwiches to the men, women, and children who live there. Yes... I said the dump. As he left for the outing, I was thinking how different... vastly different... our lives are now than just a year ago.
I guess "normal" is completely relative. Normal used to be visits with my parents, shopping trips to Target, Sunday mornings at church, Thursday morning bible study, days off that were truly days off, etc. Life was normal. I guess what I mean by that, is life was comfortable, familiar, routine.
Life here is definitely becoming more "normal". The culture, the language, the frequent outings to villages comprised of metal shanties and thatched huts & a 24/7 ministry are all becoming comfortable, familiar and routine. I'm getting used to be stared at wherever we go, to not understanding the conversations being had all around me, & even to not getting see my family.
I've longed for "normalcy" the entire time we've been here. But recently the Lord is showing me that normal is wherever He has me... and whatever He has me doing. I guess "normal" is a decision... at least it is for me. I have to choose to accept this life as normal, or I'll go nuts longing for what used to be comfortable, familiar and routine.