One of the things I’ve noted is that we don’t pray all that much together, neither us four SIM missionaries between ourselves, or with the Semilla church.

Somehow, before starting as a missionary I’d wanted to be ten times more “spiritual” in coming here – and precisely in that stereotypical sense. Like it’d be a cross between a convent and a mission field or something 😛

But it hasn’t been the case. I’m craving that intense fellowship, like I thought that being openly, plainly, completely, missionaries would make us all embrace praying and Godspeak. Probably that was naive of me!

That said, it occurred to me tonight as I was reflecting, that I am happy, I’m really content. Right now, en este momento, my body and my mind may be tired, but my spirit isn’t – and often that wasn’t something I could say; before, my spirit was, by turns, impatient to serve, and weary of this life. Things have always been pretty good for me, and I’ve never been really down – but this is different. This evening I have the sense that everything has worked out, has been working out, will continue to work out, exactly as it should.

Just a mood? Still on the new missionary honeymoon, perhaps? I’ll let you know in a couple months’ time!

PS: ¡Temblor as I type! Earthquake!

Get new posts in your inbox

I'm not here to make money - I promise not to give or sell your data to anyone. You'll get 1-2 emails from me at most and you can unsubscribe at any time.

Get new posts via email

Not a newsletter - just my blog posts on identity, culture and everyday life in your inbox 1-2 times a month.



Join the conversation - let me know what you think

You May Also Like
Keep reading >

Re-entering the darkness

I wasn’t procrastinating – I actually wasn’t planning on ever reading the book. It was going to be one for the mantelpiece, to adorn the bookshelf. After all, I spent a year working for the organisation founded by the author, so I didn’t just know the content – I was living right amongst it. It was a surprise, then, how much the opening chapters of The Locust Effect moved me. Two months back on board with International Justice Mission (IJM), now in Australia, and we’ve talked on a number of occasions about vicarious trauma. I’ve shared with my colleagues some of what I went through that year in Bolivia. They’ve shared about how advocating against cybersex trafficking has had a toxic personal effect on them.