This Pondering Heart

¡Hola mis amigos! I told you it wasn’t a joke, I’m actually going to Honduras. I’m in the beginning stages of packing up my apartment, buying plane tickets, saying messy goodbyes (or see you laters) and trying to train my brain to think in Spanish. I cry at least once a day (happy and sad tears) when I think too hard about my growing checklist and the place I’m about to leave. But I mostly feel this incredible peace and comfort when I reflect on all that has transpired since my official commitment. I want to thank you for bearing with me as I endure this emotional roller coaster. With friends and family like you I’m never far from a hug, listening ear or shared prayer. Which brings me to another way I can use your support. As unpaid volunteers, we are asked to raise $10,000 that will go directly toward costs of basic living, health insurance, language school, transportation and expenses of the children’s home. I feel very blessed to have been selected to work within this faith-fi

I've been in the discernment process for a while. Perhaps I’ve been discerning for most of my life and haven’t even realized it. But since moving out to Boston and finally feeling settled in, a restlessness inside me began kicking my heart and mind into high gear. What am I doing here? How long do I wait? Why haven’t I found my future husband? Is there something I’m supposed to be doing instead of starting a family? Why don’t I feel challenged? I feel stagnant, is that normal? What could I do to keep growing? Lord, where are you in this mess? I’m pretty comfortable in Boston. I easily lean into living my regularly scheduled life and push myself out of my usual routine only on my terms. My community is strong, work secure, and I’m succeeding in so many ways (shamelessly tooting my own horn here). Why then, do I feel the urge to leap into something unfamiliar, potentially dangerous and exceedingly uncomfortable? The only answer I can come up with: I’ve been called.