Swimming in peanut butter is hard. Maybe with your Sherlock Holmes-esque deduction skills you could imagine it’s an extremely slow process. And really most of all, it raises the chances for getting leg cramps by 4,000%. Okay. This is ridiculous, I know. The real truth is I’ve never swam in peanut butter, nor do I have the desire to unless there is 1 BEELYON dollars at stake. It’s only an analogy.
Being back in Nashville has been weird. I honestly feel as if Jiminy Cricket took me on some psychedelic dream adventure and I just woke up and am trying to figure out the wisdom and knowledge he was trying to impart to me. Jiminy Cricket? Psychedelic adventures?!! What!? Well, I said that because India is seriously like a different realm. It is strange to me when I think about how we all live on the same ball of dirt. My context, my mindset, my day to day life I had there doesn’t fit very well here. It was more different than I can describe. (Come to India with me. I’d love to show you.) One of the most confusing aspects is the difference between how I related to God there and here. But really, it isn’t that confusing. I simply had nothing to lean on except God. I had nothing to turn to except prayer and the Bible. The whole time I was focused on and cared about the things that seem to be on the forefront of God’s heart like the widows, orphans, and oppressed. It was kinda perfect. Maybe felt like how it was intended to be from the beginning.
So now I’m back. Really instead of acting like some hippy-dippy weirdo who just got back from India and “found herself,” I’ve kind of purposely eased back into the same ole same ole life and routine, just praying and hoping I will slowly figure out what God has in store for these life-changing experiences He gave me. It’s been strange being back here. Life with God has been different. I will finally explain the peanut butter analogy. It’s odd, but this pretty much accurately describes how I feel. If the act of swimming was a respresentation of Life with God, then in my Indian context, I was freely and easily swimming in water. Now in my normal context, I feel like I’m swimming in peanut butter. And it’s hard.
