Back in the DR, Almost

At least on my way. And, it feels good, and strange, as usual. Each time, I slip the surly bonds of the US, and fly into the DR, to touch the "other" face of God (to borrow from a Reagan speech, or more like a Reagan speechwriter's speech) the experience seems to always offer anticipation, caution, and excitement.

I remember when I had a home up in Canada. Each time I stayed at my home in Canada, I felt, not quite Canadian, but close to it. At least I felt at home there. Even for brief moments. But then, like going through a magic transporter, when I was back in Florida, it was a different life all together. Two worlds tied together, but each unique.

That's basically the case with my life in the DR and the US. While it's entirely different than what I experience in the States, I do feel like I can be at home in the DR (at least so far). And, I think that's a huge blessing. When I'm in the DR, my mind is not back in the US. And, when I'm in the US, my mind is not always in the DR. Yes, there are flash backs from either side, generally of people I love, but I seem to mostly be able to live in the moment. And, by God's grace, find good people and a good life in the moment.

When I slip my mind back into the DR (and my body that tags along), it's with anticipation of the life I lead there. I hope that I don't try to lead my US life in the DR. I do try (and I will confess) to find a few comforts of home, but those really are only the external things. And truly few, relatively speaking. From the inside, from inside me, my life in the DR is good. And, my mind is settle to live there.

Many ask me, how long I'm going to be there. My short answer is basically until the work is done (when God releases me, or sends me on). I think that's 3 to 5 years, but it may be longer; it may be shorter. Only God knows. But, I do know that the DR is home for now. Not Florida. Yes, my house is in FL, but my life is in the DR.

There are times when I wake up in the middle of the night, in a place in the DR all by myself, not even my dog as a companion, and wonder, what in the world am I doing in this strange place. (hearing donkey's and chicken's making their calls in the background) But, I generally fall back to sleep quickly, and wake in the morning to the rush of the day. And find joy in the work set before me that day.

And, perhaps even a little cautiously wonder how I was chosen to be a part of this amazing adventure. Perhaps even feel sorry for those that cannot or choose not to join the adventure.
But, for now, I'm headed back. And, looking forward to all the sights and sounds, but mostly the people I can grow from, learn from, share with, and be with in what I believe is God's amazing adventure in the DR.