Transitions of any kind comes with a certain amount of stress. The last 6 years has seem me moving steadily through different phases of my journey of faith. It has been far from easy. If anyone had told me 10 years ago that the last 6 of those 10 years would be spent in a state of moving, not quite settling, ready to go anytime…I’d strongly disagree to say the least.

Well 2 years in Panama, soon turned to 3 and now its time to move on again. Of course, the upcoming adventure is nowhere as exciting as what currently exists in Panama. I shall miss the variety. And no doubt when the demands of that new undertaking becomes dreary and frustrating (I have no doubt there’ll be those moments), I’ll have to comfort myself with photos and memories of this place I have grown to love.

But I cannot hang on to what is passing. I have to prepare to move on. Naturally, I’m feeling like I should do something to slow time down. However, that is not possible. What has been set in motion is beyond me. The time has come and its not about leaving Panama. The time is more concerned with assuming my new responsibilities. And if truth be told I’m looking forward to the whole newness of the time. However, I also confess that I am terrified about what is going to happen next.

More anon..

Marvia