Normal

So, I think that we are finally getting back into our routine here at home- that can be a good or bad thing.

Good because Sophia may sleep past 6am soon.

Good because maybe I will sell some of my wares at the impromptu Holiday Extravaganza I signed up for yesterday...that takes place tomorrow.

Good because I don't think I've been this peaceful/chill/agita-free for a long time.

Good because I know that my sister and her little family are in the exact spot that they need to be and that they are happy.



Bad because I know that part of my heart is back in Ukraine.

Bad because I cannot forget the overwhelming need that I saw.

Bad because I am far away and what I can do to help is limited.

One of the churches near Annie's apartment.

I must say that I felt like I was home while visiting - partly because I was with my most favorite sister in the whole world :) and partly because I know that on some level, though I'm not sure when, that I will go back and be able to help my sis and bro-out-law in the work that they do.
I know I belong there.  I know I will make a difference.  I know it will kick ass.

The more I travel around the world and the older I get, the more I realize how much of a bubble we live in - here in the US.  I am grateful for what we have and the freedom that we experience and the individuality we can express without being totally frowned upon.  BUT - if makes me sad that we just go on about our lives and save for a little extra compassion for others around the holidays we are just so busy living our own lives.  Not really thinking of the hurting, broken, cold and hungry.

I know this does NOT apply to everyone - I am just being convicted and am trying to sort out my own feelings.

This will take a while.