I got home from Ghana on Friday and I feel like I am still figuring out how to adjust back to life in Dallas. Don't get me wrong - I was more than ready to be home with James and our pups, to meet my friends for margaritas and catch up on a few weeks' worth of happenings, and to sleep in my comfy bed. But this feeling inevitably arrives after every single trip to West Africa and even though this was my 12th journey, it doesn't get any easier: every time I get home, I'm a little shaken up, a little pushed out of my comfort zone, a little out of sorts.
And honestly, while that feeling can be uncomfortable, it can also be really good. It's easy to get stuck in the rut and go-go-go of everyday life here in the States, and returning from Ghana always gives me a fresh perspective, one that brings me back to my roots. I'm reminded that it's okay to balance out really productive days (as well as distinctly not-so-productive days) with a really good nap. It's okay to want to be a little reclusive and reflective instead of hopping straight back into the social scene. It's okay to follow a delicious meal of spinach salad & homemade vinaigrette with a serving or two of Ben & Jerry's The Tonight Dough. It's okay to wake up really early on a weekend to clean out the garage only to spend the rest of the day lounging in pajamas and reading novels. It's okay to feel all the feels, to allow the aches and creaks and changes occur in both body and soul.
The children in Touch A Life's care in Ghana teach me so many things, but one of the resounding lessons I learn over and over again is that it's okay, that rest is good, that stress can be a luxury, a concept embraced by first-world nations. I'm reminded that busyness should not be a commodity that determines our worth, that time with people we love is the best thing there is, that God created this big world for us to explore and enjoy. For these lessons and so many more, I'm grateful.