Diaries from Detroit, vol. 7: Moving On, Never Gone

It’s difficult to collect my thoughts here at the end of this experience. Being back in Little Rock, Arkansas, it’s difficult to think that it’s only been about 7 weeks since we were here for training. I am a changed person—changed by love, community, faith, and an overwhelming sense of peace that had fallen over me in Detroit. Stepping out of my City of Love and into the rest of the country and world with all its problems, shortfalls, insecurities, and misunderstandings is like not knowing the ground under me in soil my shoes have trampled many times before.

There are emotions here that are more than I’m willing to share on this blog. But if we meet for lunch or sit down for coffee I’d be more than happy to discuss my time here and converse over all the amazing things that have happened to me, to Detroit, and to the people I know there.

Peace and Love, forever and always.

Journal: I am NOT a Missionary

I am NOT a missionary. I do not come loaded with an agenda. I do not propose to know what's best for the community I have been appointed to serve. I am partaking in a service experience, where I will be a servant to my new community in Detroit. I am working towards justice, not for charity. I approach this with the understanding that, although I may give my all to this community in a spirit of humility and grace, I can and will still learn more from those I serve than I can ever teach to them.

These are the lessons I have learned and been reminded of today. This is the spirit in which I can hope to approach my service role in Detroit. With the help of my friends and family and the assistance of the support network I am building in Little Rock, combined with an open heart, a listening ear, and a prayerful attitude, I can be a part of great things this summer.

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