I know I promised posts about the Guatemala trip, but its going to be a little bit before I can put them together. The truth is, I’m still struggling to put into thoughts, put into words, what it is that I experienced while down there.
The easiest way I can describe how I’ve felt since my return is numb and overwhelmed. I have moments where the things I saw hit me, and all I can do is cry. Others where I just sit there in awe of the things I witnessed; of the courage, love and faith that puts our own to shame.
It’s a different world down there. The pace is different, the landscape is different, the people are different and the attitude is different. Even the classes are different. There, they do not have upper, lower and middle class. There is no middle class, and there is no lower class. There is upper class and there is beyond lower class.
I keep saying it over and over again, but I don’t know why I’m struggling so much to get back into the pace of things. There, we were so busy. Our days were filled with go go go. Since I’ve gotten home, it hasn’t been quite so busy. There’s been work every day, but thats about it. Yet I feel so incredibly far behind, and that no matter how hard I try, I can’t get caught up. I can’t catch up to my thoughts, my life, anything. I’m just kind of stuck.
There was so much I experienced, so much I saw, so much that made me stop in my tracks and left me feeling both blessed and helpless at the same time. It’s a lot to try and put into words. To try and sort out.