When i look back at Jordan it might seem dry and sad and full of heart break, but when i look back at Jordan with Jesus in it i see fulness, lessons learned and hope.
Yes, Jordan did break my heart. Listening to stories about families losing families. Children and their hopeless futures, having so much to offer yet so little opportunity.
Love lost and no love found.
One of my dear friends said the following: “it’s not what they’re going through or in what situation they find themselves, but that they’re going through it without Jesus.”
When i take a step back and look at where Jesus was in my life in Jordan, i see my hurt and flaws coming to light. I see my brokenness being placed into God’s hands and i see Him moulding me.
The moulding might be painful and uncomfortable, but it eventually leads to a change, and that makes all the hurt worth it.
Jordan was hard and confusing, but it was also pitas with hummus and felafel’s. Long sleeves and table tennis. Sugar tea and a whole lot of meals. Cardamom coffee which now only makes me feel nauseous off my socks. House visits only few can understand and hospitality i could only dream of. Ice cream, coffee and community centre nights. Birthday parties and rooftop conversations.
Jordan was a whole lot of emotions in 3 weeks, but i wouldn’t have had it any other way.