Normally when I think about digestion, I think about my teeth, enzymes, and body organs that facilitate the breaking down of food in order for it to be absorbed or discarded. I usually don’t associate digestion with the process I go through after returning from a mission trip.
But here I am, one day after arriving back in the States, and I’m thinking about digestion.
I should be unpacking.
I should be doing laundry.
I should be catching up on homework.
Instead, I’m looking out my bedroom window, lamenting about the light snowfall while blogging about digestion.
You see, when I come back from a place where I met God in a new way, I want to hide away. I don’t want to see friends. I don’t want to call home. I don’t want to journal. I don’t even want to blog.
Because all of these things present a reality I’d rather not admit. I’m not in Mexico anymore.
But I don’t hide away, instead I meet with a friend for coffee, I talk on the phone with my mom, I journal several pages. And I blog. Because I can’t just store this food in my cheeks like a chipmunk. I need to chew it, swallow it, and begin the digestion process.
For me, it’s a slow process, one that must be done alone with God. I need to go through this time of adjustment. I need to look at pictures for weeks before posting them on facebook. I need to laugh and cry and wish I was back in Mexico for a bit.
But mostly, I need to be still and reflect.
So I will. And little by little, I’ll filter through all that I experienced and share.
Until then, I will digest.