Our last day…
We thought it would never get here, but it finally did. Tomorrow we leave, exactly seven weeks to the day that we left.
Bogota is sort of not our home and our home at the same time. After living for the better part of two months in a new place, you start to get familiar with the the tempo and quirks that make it what it is. We know a sweet lady that goes to the park every morning at about 10:30 to walk her four dogs. I can tell you who to see in the peluqueria to get the best haircut. I know the only three places in a half-mile radius that sell Mt. Dew. I also know that on Thursday night at the park, there is a pick-up game of basketball. Having said that, we still long for our real home. The place we are suppose to be… Midlothian, TX. Tomorrow we will be there.
As Chistians, I think we forget that this world is like our Bogota. We are here for a while, we get pretty comfortable with the place, but we have to always remind ourselves that we are temporary residents. Our real home is in “el cielo con Jesucristo”!
As new parents, we remind ourselves that Bogota is everything that is familiar to our children. Over the next few days, they will feel exactly like we did the first few days we were here. They are excited to be coming home, but home will feel pretty foreign for a while. We’ve done our best to show pictures and explain, but there is no substitute for the real thing. I originally wanted to end the paragraph at that last sentence, but I was two or three paragraphs below when middle brother just crawled out of bed, shaking, and sweating a little. I scooped him up in my arms and asked him if he was nervous about tomorrow. He nodded. I talked to him, made a little bed for him on the floor beside the computer, and told him I would be here all night and all of tomorrow. I told him that we would face everything that comes tomorrow, and the rest of our lives together. That’s what families do!
So, for our last day in Bogota, we did something very un-Bogotaian (if that is a word) – we went swimming! Every kid except Darth, Beth, and I went to the apartment of our missionary friends to use their pool… Notice that I have been speaking Spanish so long I said “apartment of our friends” instead of “friend´s apartment”! Rediculous! When we got there, the place was locked. I definitely thought I was being funny when I said, “If they don’t let us in to use the pool soon, I’m going to have to use the bathroom.” I got the “I have six kids” look from Beth. After we got in, it was nice, and the kiddies loved it. It is a rule to wear swimming caps at the pool, so we definitely looked like a gang with our caps and water pistols! Our friends were amazing hosts as always, and were super nice to our kids. Little brother got over his fear of swimming, and joined us for a solid half-hour. Then his fear of swimming came back after he got three or four mouthfuls of water as he was repositioning himself in the tube. “¡No mas, Papi, no mas!”
On a related note, now that I am a family man, I am having to make a lot of sacrifices. I wore shorts for the first time since 2004, and I went swimming for the first time since I have been out of high school (1998). Beth thinks it is funny. I think Beth needs to get a life!
As for the other members of our party, my mom stayed home and packed. Thank goodness for that. We might actually get to bed tonight because of her work. Darth stayed home with her and took a nap. I missed mine.
I need to help Beth and Mom finish up the packing, so I better leave it there for today. Thanks again to all of you that have been with us in spirit while we are so far away. Please pray for travel tomorrow. As I just told one of our friends a few minutes ago, after studying for 13 years what holds planes up, I am more nervous about flying than any other time in my life!
Look out Texas. A storm is coming!
At the dinnermesa,