I have taken the road back to Jubilee. After seven weeks, I am feeling very much at home. Last December, I seriously considered staying on for another term but returned to Columbia to finish writing a novel. I have completed the rough draft, so here I am, living in the tension of being fully present while finding time for my writing enterprises. The revising, polishing, and pitching process is a slow one under these circumstances, but I am at peace with it, mostly.
As always, there are many excellent opportunities for going and doing. Everyone delighted in Zac and Kristi’s wedding festivities in September. Another joy is worshiping and celebrating special events in the homes of refugee families settled in Comer. In addition, we have been in retreat at Holy Cross Monastery in Conyers, picnicked at nearby Watson Mill Covered Bridge State Park, played or watched pick-up games of soccer and volleyball, and ushered newly arrived families to the county fair to behold faces astonished by this new experience.
The partner families of Jubilee have not changed, each one a treasure, though the young children, cute as ever, are a year bigger and more verbal. My fabulous volunteer team from last year is gone, but another one is in place, a fine bunch. What else can I say in a public blog, right? Seriously, though, the nine of us seem to enjoy each other, and I find our group dynamic positive and cohesive. This weekend we will go camping and discover more about who we are together. The families living in the Welcome Center are different, of course, but tell the same stories of sad challenges unimaginable to most of us, determination for a better life, and deep gratitude for being here.
Other treats upon my resumption of the Jubilee life include a visit from a daughter and promises of more family visits (I love sharing this place with them!), the rustic beauty of the place, and the bounty from the garden and animals. How good, Lord, to be here!