I’m thinking about the law of gravity; how things fall down and sometimes apart.
I dreamt last night, in and around fitful tossing and turning, about this force, how someone fell to the earth. His name… well, I never got that far. I know he had a name because I woke in twisted sheets yelling it as I ran toward where he had fallen.
Sometimes things. Sometimes others. Sometimes we all fall down.
once said it’s how we get back up that defines us. I believe that. But what I also know to be true is it’s how
we help others get back up that truly defines us.
It’s 3:00 AM and I’m headed for Ecuador. Never mind that I’ll be in an airplane and just dreamt about someone falling to the earth. Never mind I’m exhausted beyond comprehension. Never mind it was a sleepless, half-crazed couple weeks leading up to this moment.
I’m going anyway, along with a team of medical personnel, to help others… get back up.
“I want to go along,” I had said initially. “But I’m not very good at schedules. Sometimes I get swept away in the culture and the people. Somehow I never forget my notebook but sometimes forget the clock.”
This is a dangerously glorious way to live and I wish I didn’t have to fly over violent seas to remember that it’s okay to let the hurt in me walk toward the hurt in others. Sometimes I need to be reminded that it’s okay to run towards joy. Toward love. Toward others.
I need a reminder that my truest self is meant to hold up and be held up by my brothers and sisters around this beautiful earth. I need a reminder that we belong to each other and to the same God.
I know Ecuador will steal a piece of my heart.
In the end, it’s just one more place I get to call home.
I look forward to taking you all along this journey with me. Into an orphanage, a leprosy community, into a small-town emergency department. I’ll try to write down some of the stories of our people along the way.