Orphanage has been going. The need does not stop. The prayer keeps
rising. The patience for change is being tested. Good still.
Documentary has been going. Slowly but surely, in the most sneaky
of ways it is coming together little piece by piece.
Random encounters have been good. Keep increasing and getting more
interesting as I realize the main reason for stagnant corruption in this
country is a belief system based on ignorance, racism, sexism, and prejudices and
a quick destruction of any thought of openness, acceptance, and fighting for
change.
Nonprofit number one has been going. Translating and researching
documents. The work is much, but joyfully we complete it.
Nonprofit number two has been going. Visiting schools to introduce
to them our anti sexual abuse training. Writing statistical reports on program
evaluations. Experience after another, thankful.
But I am in Egypt. I have two months left. Where has the time gone
and why is it going down the drain before I capture it and its every moment? I
have become so busy with much work, and I realize I need to wake up and see
that I am in Egypt and these moments and these seconds don't and won't come
back. Home is soon approaching and this home of mine here is soon departing. I
want to keep learning. I want to keep talking with strangers. I want to keep
experimenting what it means to love a place and a people without the superficial,
shallow, quick, short-term mindset of easy love today and kissing good bye
tomorrow. Five months of service and positive optimism in this place is great
but it is not sufficient. Maybe I've done a decent job so far, but I am far
from understanding what it means to endure and keep going in service and
selflessness without a
deadline- a finish line that I see that keeps me motivated in my
present. I have yet to understand what it means to work towards a long-term
goal where the finish line is simply and solely when that goal is actually
accomplished, not when my majesty decides to get up and leave and go back to a
life of comfort and bliss. I am thankful for the experiences I have had in my
life that were many but short- the multiple internships, the six months
travels, the casual changes of a college semester that brought newness every
short bit. But there is a time where I find a deep question mark in me: if I
didn't know this season was to end soon, would I still love-serve-give-wake up
and go everyday with this energy and motivation and optimism? Or would things
grow weary and my energy run dry when the end isn't in sight?
These are all thoughts.
I love being here, but I love being there too. I love them here,
but I love them there too. I have indifference towards home, because home
itself has become something unknown. Is it there or is it here, or is it heaven
with my Jesus? I have become clueless on what I can call myself- an Egyptian,
and American, or maybe just a loved child of God? I lack the knowledge of what
will come next, a job, a masters, or maybe just the will of Him who made me? I
can choose to live in the past with thoughts of memories, I can choose to live
in the future with ambitions of tomorrow, or maybe just live today with a mind
set on above?
Maybe when I live not knowing, I actually fully depend on my Maker
and such lifestyle becomes the essence of the best long-term influence, the most impact
full change, the most outstanding accomplishment I seek to bring in any
environment. Maybe the answer to my deep question mark is: yes. Yes I would
keep going and even running, because it wouldn't be me, but Christ living in me.




