Saturday, October 1, 2011
"It was curious to think that the sky was the same for everybody, in Eurasia or Eastasia as well as here. And the people under the sky were also very much the same--everywhere, all over the world, hundreds or thousands of millions of people just like this, people ignorant of one another's existence, held apart by walls of hatred and lies, and yet almost exactly the same--people who had never learned to think but were storing up in their hearts and bellies and muscles the power that would one day overturn the world." - George Orwell, 1984
I've been back almost a month now. I got a sweet nanny job with an awesome family. I'm living in the girls house in Pasadena again. I can't even avoid speaking some Spanish at least once a week. I love LA.
America is weird and magical. I started off with that vacation feeling I had in June when I visited for Mer's wedding. I often feel like Peru was a dream. It could have been. I have a vivid imagination. The only proof I have are the pictures, the facebook friends, and the Spanish skill. I've been re-reading 1984 so I'm half-convinced that the government was a part of it all. I never lived at an orphanage in Peru. I never knew those amazing children. I never met those amazing women and men who work hard to love those children. But then it happens.
I remember the Lord.
And I remember everything all at once. I remember all the joy, pain, adventures, and people like I was there yesterday. I remember the lessons as if I learned them in my earliest memories. I remember God's faithfulness. I remember the promises He made to me before going to Peru. It's going to kick your butt, Kristi. I'm going to teach you things you never thought you needed to learn. I remember how He kept all his promises.
A word to the wise. When you ask me how Peru was, don't expect me to know. I really don't know. I don't think I'll ever know. I know I was blessed. I know that God was faithful. The best answer I can give you is that Peru was everything. Every adjective you can imagine in English and Spanish is exactly what Peru was.
Posted by Kristi Scott at 6:46 PM