All for love's cause: 2012

Dear You,

I have a few words for you, as this year comes to a close. We are mere days from the New Year and as always my heart tends to need a release of words, a regrouping and recollecting of all sorts.

You spent ten months of this past year reveling in life beneath the Mexican sun, loving to the tips of your fingers, and at times clinging to the tightrope of life- refusing to lay down- no matter how tempting.

You moved to the middle of nowhere, Baja California with a girl you barely knew- amidst the utter loneliness and culture shock- you two girls made it. You defied odds, developing a program for the kids you literally carried a couple weeks out of the year and then carried in your heart the rest.

You created a haven, breathed life into your dreams and bared the scars of struggle on your heart. You quietly suffered missing and began to go through the motions.

Fear became your worst nightmare; your heart wasn’t in it. So you packed your bags and celebrated time with your dear ones a last time. Tears of goodbyes intertwined themselves with tears of hurt, because you were told you were a quitter for not finishing what you had started, that you’d regret this move, because you were walking out of God’s will.

Your pieces became a little more broken, your need for home a little dire.

You were a shell of a heart as you walked into that gate. Your worn eyes fell upon your extended family and relief washed over your being; your soul was home again.

And so began the healing... Stumbling onto hope, buying a plane ticket to return to that big city that swept your heart away in just a matter of three months. You learned to run. And you waited with expectant eyes as the days fell from the calendar.

January would come and your life was tucked to the brim in two large overbearing suitcases, boots graced your feet and your heart held no fear, it held nothing but hope.

Customs and immigration would come easy and with one quick glance you saw those precious, familiar hearts gleaming beyond the gate. So you dropped your purse, your suitcases fell at your sides, and joy leapt from your eyes. You paid the onlookers no mind, because you were home.

Seven months would pass, gracing ninety students a week with your presence and you would feel the refining. Seven months waking to the cowbell reminder for trash, the sudden downpours of rain that would chill you to the bone, relishing your students as if every moment with them was your last, and settling into being home again.

Your heart fashioned itself to become a little more vulnerable, you had to leave some things at the cross for good, and your second language would no longer hinge on fear.

You’d laugh and love and the time would come to call you home. Tears had you spent that entire weekend, and so you held your students a little closer and hugged your sisters a little tighter, because you knew the inevitable was knocking at your door.

You left with swollen eyes, a heart not ready to leave, but even still you were ready to see those darling faces that called Indiana home.

Before Southern Indiana welcomed your well-traveled soul, you went to Portland with your first class and saw them experience your country with wide, joyful eyes. You reunited with a kindred spirit and packed in as much time as possible with the ones you love.

But those days would pass quickly, and it would all end in a huddle- praying over the class that changed your life, that spurred your heart to return.

And since these days, you’ve spent time stateside loving on your family, reveling in sweet simplicity.

You just finished running your 300^th mile in six months and so your blossoming into the woman that fear won’t conquer, the woman that could.

You’ve found the strength to hold your own in seven different schools with students from a number of different countries, all the while seeing to the hearts at the Goodwill.

Your words for 2012 were refining and resilience.

You’ve held your own. Hope hasn’t escaped you; just look how far you’ve come.

I know you’re scared, that there’s this tug on your heart that just never seems to give. You’re scared that Mexico won’t come soon enough and that your dreams might gather a little dust.