This is was our last week in the wonderful town of Rzeszow (Jeh-shoove) Poland. We will be moving onto a couple of different towns to learn more about Polish culture before embarking on the journey home.
I am always so surprised at how quickly endings come to beautiful things. How even though it has been over a month, I feel like we just got here. That we were just meeting people. And in someways, that is true.
We haven’t been here long, but it doesn’t take long to be able to love people. It didn’t take long at all to begin to work with them and laugh with them. We have been able to have fun and make friends without verbal communication. We were able to speak to each other in different ways. I feel like I had to try so much harder to get to know them.
This is something I have grown to love. I feel like I know some of the Poles here better than I know people back home. Not because I don’t care about them, but because I only know about what they post on social media, not what it really happening in their lives; in their hearts.
I have learned through my life filled with various good byes, that we don’t have as much time as we think we do. We have to make the most of the time we are given. Even if we can’t speak the same language, feel awkward or uncomfortable, or don’t even know where to start. Those things should not matter. We should be fearless. We should be brave to live each day; knowing that good byes are coming and that they will be worth it. That the pain of miscommunication, and the struggle of new experiences have to happen and that they are so worth it.
We are not asked to sit and wait for the experiences, but to chase them down. We have to grab them as we come, or else spend our whole life asking ourselves “what if?”.
I have to allow myself to love in order to reach others.
I am so thankful for my time here. I wish it could be longer; I wish my friends and family could come and see the beauty that comes from sacrifice and love.
I will be sad as we say, “Do Widzenia” to our friends this week. I will miss them all. I will miss this city.
These people will always have a special place in my heart. And I don’t mind.
“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.” -C.S. Lewis
Much love. Much grace.