¡Ayúdame!

¡Ayúdame!

This continued to roll through my head over and over again as I sat in the Santo Domingo airport last Tuesday morning waiting to board my plane back to the US.
 
Funny thing is, I wasn't sure what it meant. I hadn't remembered hearing it at all during the week or while waiting in the airport; so I asked a friend of mine.
 
Help me! It means, "Help me!".
 
God? Is that you? Are you trying to tell me something? God does work in mysterious ways...so I took the hint.
 
I just didn't know at the time how much I would need His help.
 
Help to try and wrap my head around everything I had seen and experienced while in the DR--the good and the bad. Help to try and readjust to life in the US and to deal with things that need to be dealt with. Help to make sense of the two in relation to each other...and everything in between.
 
It's been a week, and I'm only beginning to process everything. My new friend :) Jenny Steuber shared some wise words with me that I've been holding onto since being back, "This trip didn't fix any of us, but it did change us."  I'm not fixed, but I am forever changed. In that I find such hope.
 
 And for as long as necessary, I will cry, "¡Ayúdame!".