Things are winding down here. We had a huge group here last week...about 75 participants on 5 different teams. It was a surprisingly slow week for me though. We'll continue to have 30-40 participants every week from now till the 3rd week of August. There will be NO teams here during my last few days in Haiti. I suspect I'll be very busy then though. We are looking for a smaller staff house and if something comes up before the end of the month then I guess since I'll be one of the last staffers here I'll end up doing a LOT of the moving. I hate moving!
A theme among the staffers this summer has been, "What's next?" It seems like everyone here is in some sort of transition in their lives. With one month to go I find myself thinking the same thing.
What I want to do is affiliate with a sending agency- raise support- and go back to Ukraine. I've been talking with a Florida based organization for a few months now. I have to make up my mind quickly upon returning home since their next training will begin in October. The thing is- even though it most definitely is what I want to do- I can't say with any degree of certainty if that's what the Lord wants me to do.
Another option would be to enroll in an Intensive Russian Language Program at Columbia International University. I relish the idea of being a student- renting an off-campus trailer and just enjoying the change of scenery. But that doesn't really get me any closer to Ukraine does it?
I can go back to Mississippi and work. And wait. I don't like waiting. I've told my Haiti Family several times this summer that my love language is "Leaving on Time" (I get that from my Dad I think). I'm tired of waiting.
Words of Wisdom from Dr Seuss:
You won't lag behind, because you'll have the speed.
You'll pass the whole gang and you'll soon take the lead.
Wherever you fly, you'll be best of the best.
Wherever you go, you will top all the rest.
Except when you don't.
Because, sometimes, you won't.
I'm sorry to say so
but, sadly, it's true
can happen to you.
You can get all hung up
in a prickle-ly perch.
And your gang will fly on.
You'll be left in a Lurch.
You'll come down from the Lurch
with an unpleasant bump.
And the chances are, then,
that you'll be in a Slump.
And when you're in a Slump,
you're not in for much fun.
is not easily done.
You will come to a place where the streets are not marked.
Some windows are lighted. But mostly they're darked.
A place you could sprain both your elbow and chin!
Do you dare to stay out? Do you dare to go in?
How much can you lose? How much can you win?
And IF you go in, should you turn left or right...
or right-and-three-quarters? Or, maybe, not quite?
Or go around back and sneak in from behind?
Simple it's not, I'm afraid you will find,
for a mind-maker-upper to make up his mind.
You can get so confused
that you'll start in to race
down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace
and grind on for miles cross weirdish wild space,
headed, I fear, toward a most useless place.
The Waiting Place...
...for people just waiting.
Waiting for a train to go
or a bus to come, or a plane to go
or the mail to come, or the rain to go
or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow
or the waiting around for a Yes or No
or waiting for their hair to grow.
Everyone is just waiting.
Waiting for the fish to bite
or waiting for the wind to fly a kite
or waiting around for Friday night
or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake
or a pot to boil, or a Better Break
or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants
or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.
Everyone is just waiting.
That's not for you!