This is harder I thought it would be. My heart and my head know that this
chapter of my life is ending, there is no doubt. As the lights turned off my heart sank in sadness and my
eyes welled up. This really is
ending.
For so long I have been driven to this place, the stories,
the people, the brokenness. I see
a country overcoming a history of being trampled upon to becoming an equal
among greats. This place is so
different now, yet very much the same.
You can find Oreos now, but the toilet paper is still like
sandpaper. When crossing the
border my blue passport used to give me an advantage, now I stand in line with
the rest of the world as Europeans whizz by. Coalmines have closed, shopping malls built in their
place. Sometimes I hardly believe
this is the same place I stepped foot eight years ago. So much has changed…I have changed.
I met a young boy tonight. He walked with a crutch and tried to impress me with his
knowledge of English swear words.
I could tell he longed for affirmation, a man to come into his life and
guide him. I learned that he is a
gifted musician, if you believe that one can be gifted in rap. I heard a song he wrote, and sung about
his life. About his anger toward
his abusive father. About the belt
he and his mother were beaten with.
Heart wrenching. He now
lives with a foster family.
“What is this place!?!” My head screamed. Why is there so much brokenness? Why is it so hard to fix? Why now, is my chapter here ending?
In so many ways the last two weeks of closure have been
affirming that my time, this season is changing. The next one is just beginning and I have no idea what it
holds. I did not know how I
would feel returning to Poland, other than knowing I am here to say
goodbye. Some moments it is easy, I
have missed being away from my fiancé so much and cannot wait to get home. But others, like tonight when I realize
that I may never step foot in “the Club” again. And next time I am here, there will be many things I do not
recognize.
There are moments when I look at a friend’s face, the world
turns hazy and I know deep in my heart that I will miss them. I will miss the sound of little
children playing. I will miss
seeing them all bundled up, even when its warm outside. I will miss shaking every man’s hand
and kissing every woman on the cheek when the arrive. I will miss the slow paced culture and feeling no pressure
when I sit down to coffee with a friend.
I will miss the little flower markets and Babcias selling vegetables on
the street corners. I will miss
the friendships I have built and knowing that they are praying for me.
I am going to miss this place.
In the same moments when my heart sinks in sadness it is
also surging forward in confidence.
Next time, Lord willing, I am in Poland…I will not be alone. I am so excited for this next chapter
to begin, to settle in as his wife.
Wife, wow, I cannot believe I am almost one of those.
I know that the next chapter is just beginning, but I am a
little nervous too. It is unknown,
and like on Christmas morning there are so many gifts awaiting you. It is exciting and overwhelming. I force myself forward unsure of the
unknown all the while knowing I have to find out.
As much as it pains my heart to let go of the known, and
shelf a piece of my identity, I know that my “home” is Denver. For the first time in my life I feel
like a foreigner in Poland, outside of my homeland. The unknown is exciting and nerve wrecking but it is
the next adventure waiting for me.
Alongside my best friend, in a city I thought I would never
live…my own backyard.
Poland, you are beautiful and I love you so much. Thank you for teaching me about people
different from myself, and how to love out of the depths of my heart. Without you I would still be my old
self, but somehow you were a place where I found God and He made me more like
him. I know I will never fully
understand my place in your land, or your affect on me until heaven, but thank
you for being a firm rock in my life, a place I always felt welcome. You were exactly what I needed during
this season. You helped prepare me
for this next one. I will miss you
often and I cannot wait to introduce my husband and children to you one
day. Leaving you is the hardest
and easiest decision I have ever made.
I turn off the lights and lock the door behind me. A kiss on the cheek and a tear in my
eye. “Do widzenia!” “Goodbye!”
I feel different somehow still the same. A smile creeps to my face because
tomorrow
I will be home.
Hey Mallory -- just beautiful. God has gifted you with written expression. So thankful Poland has been a part of His shaping you into His perfection. Now it's time for the next form.
ReplyDeleteBlessings to you.
Heidi