Life Lessons from Ireland
I miss Ireland. I miss seeing my friends and being able to hug and kiss their faces. I miss rocking my awesome polish accent with Anya as she laughs at me. I greatly miss laughing till I cry with Judes, telling Kate how proud I am of the woman she is, and gleaning from the humble Rachel Scott. But what I miss the most is the art of conversation. In Ireland people sit and talk all the time. Whether it’s a stranger in a bus, a student walking to lunch or one of my besties no one was ever too busy to have a conversation.
I noticed the minute we landed in the states everyone including myself immediately engulfed ourselves in the free wifi and conversations with strangers and with each other was a European after thought. I am sure it was because most of us wanted to talk to our families after 8 days but as time has passed I noticed it’s just the way we as Americans operate – The art of conversation has been lost. As I read my devo this morning John ended 1st and 2nd John with, “I have so much more to say to you, but I don’t want to write in paper and ink ( TEXT , Facebook it — Modern Version ). I hope to visit you soon and talk with you face to face. Then our joy will be complete.” Even John understood the importance of speaking into his friends, and spending time with believers. This totally makes me want to be more intentional even when I encounter strangers. I want my joy to be complete, and I want to be more like my creator…this is a good starting point.