This Pondering Heart

I’m afraid I don’t have time to make this final post written in the states an eloquent one, but I wanted to throw down the random thoughts that keep surfacing on my heart (bear with me through the rocky transitions).  ---------- I’m at a full on sprint toward Honduras. Nothing is stopping me. I’m rolling into this like the giant snowball in that childhood book that caught everything in its path (does anyone else remember this?).  I’m excited. And nervous. But mostly afraid I won’t be able to handle my 70 pound suitcase and stuffed backpack (I want to bring so many books with me) once I actually hit the ground in Guatemala.  Despite these trepidations, I am confident it will work out. My anticipation has bubbled up and I’m just ready to go out and live this experience fully, intentionally and with great purpose.  -------- I feel like I could sleep for 48 hours straight (my brain could probably use the rest). I’ve been emotionally stretched and physically drained. Not that

You can find me in the corner of the room laugh-crying because I can’t believe my time in this city has expired.  --------------- My final adieu has been a long time coming. But God gave me three bonus months so my goodbye wasn’t rushed. For too much of my time here I was simply going through the motions, just living each day not able to see the shine of this time in my life.  Never again will I be 25 years young, living with two incredibly generous friends, have such easy access to the city of Boston, be comfortable in a meaningful job, work alongside many people I call my friends, and be in proximity to an entire community I’ve built from nothing.  --------------- I’ve done my best to slow moments down, committing them to memory in a way I hope I’ll never soon forget. I’ve breathed in feelings, emotions, and truly relished every inch of this space while I was in it: Like the time I led my last Rosary at work. I held it (mostly) together while praying but couldn't