It’s been over a week.
Over a week since I walked the streets of Mijas, over a week since I sat at Maria’s one last time with Kaitlyn.
Over a week since Patty and I got in a car with Kellen and Whitney and held back tears on our way to the airport.
So what does that mean?
It means it’s been a week of letting words, truths and practices seep into my being in a way that I never thought possible.
The day after I landed in the states I was sitting across from my friend Leah and we were talking about a smattering of topics over breakfast and I got slightly weirded out.
I think my exact words were “It’s so weird to talk about this not in Spain”.
I’ve at this point had two really, really good conversations about who I am post Spain. I’ve sat cuddled up with a family I treasure and told them so many lessons and what’s in the next. I’ve sat drinking a margarita telling my friend Casey about what God’s point and how it affected me.
And it is still REALLY weird to not be having these conversations in Spain. But with each conversation I’ve realized that it is in me. It’s not just in Spain. It’s something I carry.
So, I’ve been trying to find some sort of a way to sum in up. Some way to bring the point across of where I have come from and where I’ve been. Is there a lesson or a statement? Is there a person who rocked me? A week of teaching that stands out over all of them?
There is a lot.
There’s my class. My family. Who sat around tables with me and cried and laughed and prayed in loud voices on rooftops.
There is the staff who were in my life daily, who spoke truths to me, who saw me, who met me where I was and pushed me into where I ACTUALLY was.
There is Ferg who brought out this realization that I hear God’s voice in ways I didn’t think I could and that I need to speak those things out.
There’s Herman, this crazy, wine loving, JESUS loving Dutch rockstar who left creativity in his wake for us to pick up.
There’s Ethan and Kristen who taught me about God’s love and showed me I knew it was there.
There’s Ted and Michael who both rocked my theological foundations in the best way.
There’s David who had us climb mountains to realize that we in fact, could climb AND claim mountains.
And then there was Andrew who never stopped reminded me, from the moment he patted me on my cheek and said ‘welcome home’, that I had Christ inside me
And of course, Freddie, who as simply as I can put it; renewed my trust.
There are even more people to name who, a week at a time (or sometimes with one DAY), brought truth and revelation into my hands that I had never seen before.
That’s a lot.
It’s filled in pages of my journals and scribbled in the margins of my torn, well worn bible.
AND It’s written on my heart.
So what do I say?
What do I say when someone comes to me and asks me what I did in Spain? What do I say in a span of 30 seconds to describe pages of journal entries, hours of teaching, buckets of laughter and tears (and wine and bocadillos and mr. chicken)?
I say this:
I lived in Spain for 6 months. I learned that we are here to BE loved and out of that beautiful love we are meant to love others in return. I learned who I am, what I was created for. That I have something to say. So, I made a plan. I found a seat at a table.
I lived in Spain for 6 months.
And it changed everything.
Soon, oh so very soon, I’ll give you the “what’s next”, the plan, the beautiful dream that unrolled itself while I was in Spain.
It’s going to be awesome.
But for now, if you have questions, comments, or a limerick or Haiku shoot me a message or an email. I’d love to hear from you!
(And for those who haven’t had a listen: another way I can explain my heart and my time in Spain is through this song my friend Allan and I wrote//recorded. You can have a listen here)