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,[highlight] “I have so much more to say to you, but I don’t want to write in paper and ink [/highlight]( TEXT , Facebook it — Modern Version ).[highlight] I hope to visit you soon and talk with you face to face. Then our joy will be complete.” [/highlight] 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.