Last Day

It is my last day here in Maui, here in America, and I find that I am not as scared as I thought I would be. I am really looking forward to being back in Indonesia, and am beginning to get really excited. I went back and read some of the things that I had written about Indonesia when I was there the last time and it reminded me of what I loved about being there. 

The country itself is just full of life and color and music. There always seems to be music playing, and people are always in the middle of doing something. I found out that a friend will be picking me up at the airport, and things seem to be working out quite well. I have enjoyed my time here in Maui, I think I needed some alone time. Actually, I was thinking about it and I realized that I have not had any alone time at all since I left the first time. While in Salatiga I was living on a compound, and in a foreign country I couldn't just walk the streets until I knew the language just a little better. When I got home I was sleeping on the couch, in the middle of everything until I came here. The first week was spent going everywhere with everyone, and so this week of being, for the most part, alone, has I think really done me some good. I have had a chance to pray and get my heart where it needed to be, and now I can just focus on the thing at hand. Which, just happens to be getting on an airplane tomorrow morning and heading to Bandung to rest, play, spend some time voluntarily teaching, and get re-acquainted with Indonesia herself. 

I had a chance to skype with one of my friends in Indonesia the other day, and I began to crave the food and the smells, and everything that Indonesia is. I feel that I am very blessed to have a place that I so love, and to be able to go and spend time there. There are of course, other places that I would love to go and visit, and I will get my chance, but for right now I am just thankful that I am going at all. 

Home will be missed. I already miss my family and the cool weather, I don't think I would have been able to do this if it were not for modern technology. In my solitude I have had a lot of time to think, I wrote a poem today, and I just thought I would share it with you. It doesn't rhyme, but it is what my heart was saying this morning, so here it is: 

Called

The sea does not call my name like some people, 

Neither does the land cry out.

The people often beat their drums to another tune, 

And I am lost to land and sea and man.

Yet, the Father does know my name.

He has called me, 

To a land and a people across the sea.

He is the one who will connect their souls to mine,

And then will my heart be thine.

So there will I go, 

To a much distant shore, 

A new place once again.

Not for the sake of land or sea or man, 

But for the Father who sent, 

And for the soul to receive. 

There will I go until the Father calls me once again.