As I
left our party for Oma that evening, my heart pulsed with the voices of my
family——voices of energetic children, the sweet singing of my Oma's voice, as
she metered-out the beat of a hymn with her dancing pointer-finger, and the
kind, quivering voices that lifted me up in prayer at the end of the night to a
Father that hears every quiet syllable...
I will never forget it.
Lately, in a serene, steady way, Luke 2:19 swirls in my mind: "But Mary treasured up all these things, pondering them in her heart". I'm certainly not Mary, and not undertaking the weighty journey that she walked, but I find this progress towards the mission field is pregnant in it's own way; it is a season of waiting, planning, and dreaming, full of growth, growing pains, and a million little moments gathering up in my heart, and they are good.
The second leg of this trip was just as full
of that... priceless togetherness, and my family members'
intentionality, fleshed out in so many beautiful ways that will stick with me
all the days of my life: my thoughtful Tante keeping me company on the
route between Hamptonville and Garner, an impromptu Birthday party for Krissy
and I, a Garner-Wondracek family dinner, blessed evening time with just Tante
Eve and Onkel Mirvan, and a breakfast with my cousin Paul. I don't have
words for these million moments, but hear me that they are so deeply,
meticulously, lovingly stored up and treasured.
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| A spontaneous Birthday party thrown by my thoughtful Tante for the 31 year old twins! |
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| Cousins! |
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| Passed by a street sign commemorating one of my earliest missionary inspirations |
When it was time to leave my family, I drove three hours to Charlotte for the last leg of my trip~
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With the last destination, I got to meet a friend that I've known through Skype for almost a year! Diane is also a member of Wycliffe and worked with me through 2012 when I was in the membership application process. She interviewed me, answered my questions, and patiently walked me through narrowing down which country I would serve in. It was delightful to meet for coffee, to talk face-to-face with my dear guide.
When I left the Starbucks, I got to meet up with precious nearly-family that I grew up with in NY for my last night in North Carolina. Pastor Prado is one of my spiritual fathers, and it was a keen joy to sit for a meal with the Prado family, chatting with grandchildren, and praying for one another. All of these moments gather with the others, a heart thrumming with a satchel of things to ponder.
