|The key volunteers of Jakarta :)|
Like a fly swatted and glued to the bed for four hours. That’s how I felt after sleeping in my own house this afternoon. Dad and Kuya picked me up from the airport in the morning after a gruelling 3.5-hour flight after midnight (wherein the passenger in front of me reclined his chair, leaving me little space to crouch over to the table and sleep… stress). I can’t tell you how much I missed the smell of Filipino breakfast. The city may also not be as wide, modern-looking, traffic-free and clean as Central Jakarta, but my taste buds and heart is home! Even the hotel life can’t replace home showers.
As I waited for almost an hour for Dad and Kuya, I tried to contemplate on everything that happened in Indonesia. It still seemed surreal meeting all the people I had in mind. Yesterday dinner time, we had a celebration with our key volunteers. Mesakh, Richard, Noel, Stevie, Devi and Damar were present. It’s the first time I met Damar from PNJ, and I really admire everything he said because he was determined to start moving and aware of the possible obstacles at the same time. They said goodbye to us before we hopped on a bus to go to the airport. All around were hugs, high-fives, gifts, calls, SMS and even tears (from the female LPMI staff!). I really felt the love.
Before our team dispersed as we arrived in Manila, we prayed together for the last time. There were so many to be thankful for, ask for and look forward to. I pray that the movement will be sustained, I pray for the staff and the key volunteers to stay committed and in love, I pray for the safety of the other Filipino teams, I pray for my teammates to never forget what we learned and also for us to share them. Going on missions was a great experience, a dream come true, and I can’t wait to go on one again.
In the meantime, I’m praying for my own home to be reached by Christ. Pray with me.