land that i love
land that i love.
i feel and look at things so differently than even my 25 year old self. something in my heart has grown, expanded, been stretched. i am more nurturing and compassionate...and have strong momma bear emotions that rise up many times a day.
so when i hear that there is imminent violence breaking out 2 miles away from our home...my heart sinks and starts beating. i still have the disaster relief dream deep in my heart and secretly want to sneak out my door and go be in the middle of the action. search and rescue still runs deep in my blood and i wait for the day.
but i also hold my little 6 month close and kiss the top of her head. drew and i begin talking about contingency plans and evacuations if things start heating up. i hate thinking of leaving, of knowing we have that option...when so many don't.
it is crazy how Lebanon woos you. how it's sea and restaurants have so much charm and beauty. the men playing in the water and then smoking hookah on the rocks..the women chatting and spending hours drinking coffee...you can turn corners and enter different worlds...the mountains are 1 hour away and incredible...how thick the culture and diversity- variety of experiences and places you can visit...
then there is hatred.violence.protests.sectarianism.road side bombings. car bombs. murders. and it is hard to believe the same nation that is home to so many people who usher you into their homes and serve a feast to a stranger can produce those on the street shooting at each other. neighbors. they go to the same high schools and universities.
and then our friend, one of our favorites we have ever met, lives in the middle of the fighting. the only man in the house. Saturday night he is he living a normal teenage life. Sunday night militants are shooting at his building and he has to help family members evacuate.
Sunday morning i am sipping a cappuccino by the sea talking with absolutely incredible mind from Lebanon. a woman committed to conflict resolution and change. of influencing the youth to open up their paradigms. i kept thinking to myself- this life of mine is incredible. nothing better. to have this type of friend...to be drinking a cappuccino by the sea....
and less than 12 hours later wondering if people i know are in danger.
this land that i love has been filled with so much sorrow. so much fighting. and this mamma heart hurts. hurts for my friends and their families.
i know at the core of my being God is wanting to open up the heavens and pour down blessings on this land.
asking for His mercies to come fresh today.
i feel and look at things so differently than even my 25 year old self. something in my heart has grown, expanded, been stretched. i am more nurturing and compassionate...and have strong momma bear emotions that rise up many times a day.
so when i hear that there is imminent violence breaking out 2 miles away from our home...my heart sinks and starts beating. i still have the disaster relief dream deep in my heart and secretly want to sneak out my door and go be in the middle of the action. search and rescue still runs deep in my blood and i wait for the day.
but i also hold my little 6 month close and kiss the top of her head. drew and i begin talking about contingency plans and evacuations if things start heating up. i hate thinking of leaving, of knowing we have that option...when so many don't.
it is crazy how Lebanon woos you. how it's sea and restaurants have so much charm and beauty. the men playing in the water and then smoking hookah on the rocks..the women chatting and spending hours drinking coffee...you can turn corners and enter different worlds...the mountains are 1 hour away and incredible...how thick the culture and diversity- variety of experiences and places you can visit...
then there is hatred.violence.protests.sectarianism.road side bombings. car bombs. murders. and it is hard to believe the same nation that is home to so many people who usher you into their homes and serve a feast to a stranger can produce those on the street shooting at each other. neighbors. they go to the same high schools and universities.
and then our friend, one of our favorites we have ever met, lives in the middle of the fighting. the only man in the house. Saturday night he is he living a normal teenage life. Sunday night militants are shooting at his building and he has to help family members evacuate.
Sunday morning i am sipping a cappuccino by the sea talking with absolutely incredible mind from Lebanon. a woman committed to conflict resolution and change. of influencing the youth to open up their paradigms. i kept thinking to myself- this life of mine is incredible. nothing better. to have this type of friend...to be drinking a cappuccino by the sea....
and less than 12 hours later wondering if people i know are in danger.
this land that i love has been filled with so much sorrow. so much fighting. and this mamma heart hurts. hurts for my friends and their families.
i know at the core of my being God is wanting to open up the heavens and pour down blessings on this land.
asking for His mercies to come fresh today.
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