August 11, 2011 was the day we returned to the states after living in Argentina. Anniversaries aren’t always something we want to celebrate but are often carthatic and a release. This anniversary marks 3 years that we’ve been back in the states, which is as long as we were gone. It feels significant. As Zekey just started 2nd grade, he had to prepare an “All About Me” bag, he wanted to include photos of him playing in the “cancha” or field with the kids we worked with while living in Argentina. (I love that he thought of this as something unique about him and his life.) As I looked for those pictures over the weekend, they took me to a place to remember with tears of sadness. I haven’t viewed those photos in awhile, they brought about some more healing in my heart about our time spent in La Plata.
I still have days that I struggle to accept that we live back in the states. We were doing what we always hoped we would do, it wasn’t easy, and I fought through months of discontentment while we first lived there, and came to an acceptance of God’s leading and will in our lives. And then as quickly as we were there, we came back. Disillusioned and reeling and grieving the death of a dream of seeing a church started to glorify Him.
Three years later, there is some clarity in the bigger picture of how God had a plan for us in Indianapolis, but I still struggle with discontentment in that plan. It seems that is a theme in my heart that God continues to work on and grow in me. There are days I don’t ever feel like I’ll fit in here, and I’m trying to accept that that is okay. There’s a restlessness in my heart to “go” and “do”, but I’m learning how to “go” and “do” right here. Watching a friend’s kids for her while she works, working in our family business, volunteering at school, getting to know families through my kids’ friends at school and sports…….these are all significant things, and significant for the kingdom. I’m often fighting the echos of lies in my ears about how insignificant our time spent in La Plata was and how insignificant my life here is…..it’s a battle. God is always good, he is always faithful and he always loves us. These truths are what I repeat to myself to keep away the echos.
And I pray that we will be faithful where we are, and that I won’t hold too tightly to my life here. And hoping to go back…somewhere, and maybe that day will come when one of our kids decides they want to church plant overseas, and we follow them. 🙂
Because photos are so important to my life, I want to share the last few days of our time in Argentina and the people we said goodbye to.
(Okay, so we didn’t say goodbye to them, but look how small all of them are!)
Our friends in ministry, Meche and Tati.
Nanci and Andrea, Pablo’s mom and sister.
Pablo and Tomas.
Magi, Yanella, Chuchi, Veronica, Erica, and I’m drawing a blank on Erica’s sister. 😦
Some of you helped give this woman and her family money to go toward rebuilding their house, it burned down just a few days before this photo was taken and before we left.
Junior and our boys
Brian, Guri, Ezequiel and Malachi and Elijah
Enrique, Guri, Junior, Dario, Dani, Ezequiel and Brian, Elijah and Zekey
The guys enjoying their new ping pong table.
Marcelo and Alicia
Regi, from the bicycle shop
Ester and Marcelo
The airport, thank you to the McCamans for seeing us off with hugs and words of encouragement.
And thank you to those who have or are walking this journey with us, we’re so thankful for you and sharing in our story and God’s story for our lives.