Life in Ireland...when you live in Uganda

Wilsons_2013 Posted by Rory Wilson on Fri, 10 Apr 2015 | 1 comments | Bookmark: digg this Post this to del.icio.us Post this to Facebook

‘Re-entry’ is a term that all overseas’ workers are familiar with – it describes the process of adjusting back to life as you knew it before going to live in a another culture. It is a mixed bag of blessings and challenges. Re-entry…into your family and their rhythm of life, friendships, church life, fashion, the choice at Tescos, putting diesel in the car yourself (usually done for you in Uganda), using chip and pin to pay for things, trying to work a smart phone – sorry to all the people that I have accidently cut off in the last weeks. Some things you find haven’t changed but life is constantly moving and there is always some degree of change with others or with us to manage.

The blessings are always easy to rhyme off, for example catching up with family and friends, enjoying fish and chips from the local chippy, walking beside the sea, feeling the sting of the cold air against your skin in a way that is invigorating (when the sting isn’t too severe!), going to the library, watching Gideon meet up with his chums and have a ball. I could go on for a while but I won’t bore you.

Then there is the other side……

Today we rocked up to the Travel Clinic to have our next round of injections. Gideon had been given a dose of brufen prophylactically and mentally we were all psyched for the discomfort and tears that were ahead. We arrived just in time and rushed up to the desk, gave our names expectantly and waited for instructions. As the receptionist tapped on the computer a frown creased her brow and we waited a bit more, meanwhile a line was growing behind us. Finally she looked up apologetically and told us that the appointment had been last week!!

I was devastated, as I had made the booking. I felt like such an idiot especially when our time here is so precious, and probably we missed doing or seeing someone else because of my blunder! Back in the car (after making another appointment!) I started to cry. Rory didn’t say a word nor was there any non-verbal anger expressed as he guessed how devastated I was. Instead he kept his eyes straight on the road, slightly terrified to look in my direction in case his sympathy made cry harder, but also a bit at a loss as to why I was reacting in quite so major a fashion. Ladies you can imagine the scene!!

As I sat in the front seat trying to sniffle quietly so that Gideon didn’t catch on, I realised that I really needed a good ‘gurn’. The tension and emotion associated with coming back, setting up house, adjusting to how we do life here in Ireland, making sure that Gideon is settling in alright, catching up with loved ones, the pressure to accomplish everything that needs done before we head back in May, processing the year that has been, combined with the tiredness you feel coming home starting to relax and realising exactly how tired you are – all came to a head.

It is also good to be reminded of my imperfections and weaknesses too, and that I can’t do everything. In Uganda a little effort can yield great results and one is in danger of pride creeping in. Thank the Lord that he can use scatterbrains like me in His service!!

Comments

Gillian Maganda said Mon, 27 Apr 2015 05:53PM
Excellent blog Denise! Its good that God calls ordinary people to do extra-ordinary things - just in a different context - and we love you all!

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