Only be careful, and watch yourselves closely so that you do not forget the things your eyes have seen or let them slip from your heart as long as you live. Teach them to your children and to their children after them.
The pastor read this verse in church on Sunday. I was barely listening to the message (it's tough to be fully engaged with a squirrely kid next to you and a teacher who is too excited to wait for the translator to catch up), but I always try to open my Bible and follow the verses at the very least.
This weekend, I couldn't tell you what the pastor taught, but I know he read this verse...and I know, from there, I couldn't have focused even if he had been teaching in English...
I had that "he's speaking right to me" feeling when I heard and read this verse...The Lord is speaking to the Israelites here, but it also could have said, "Hear now, O Allison..."
As I prepare to head to America, as I begin to shift my mind toward re-engaging at home, I am nervous for what it looks like to carry this journey back with me. I am nervous for the way I will be received, for the way I will be perceived. I am unsure of how to share stories or memories without appearing pretentious or showy or nonchalant...I am also really nervous about jumping back in and forgetting...not everything, but the small pieces...the details...the faces...the voices...
I don't know all that God is teaching me from this trip, not yet. I have a strange feeling that He will still be teaching me lessons from these seven months when I'm 64. And I hope so...I hope that these days, this time, is something that will always be on my heart and in my head.
So, look-out grandchildren...you'll be hearing "when I was your age" stories about Kitale, Kenya for your entire life...if all goes according to plan.