As expected, our last day in San Pablo left a somber and yet satisfied shadow on our faces. There are no words to express the gratitude and joy we all feel towards each and every child we learned to love. As I reflect back on the week, I am constantly reminded of God's sovereignty and how it was displayed to us in every aspect of the trip. When it took us 30 hours of travel and one restful sleep on the airport floor to make it to the DR, I was convinced that it was God's plan to see us here. When I lost my wallet in a Dominican supermarket and was later reunited after a stranger turned it in, I was convinced that God is always working through our panic attacks. When we watched 15 kids dance joyfully while wearing their brand new tie-dye shirts, I was convinced that God saw this moment while I was stressing over the logistics of the difficult craft. God has been our constant throughout this week and has reminded me to acknowledge just how constant He has always been and will always be even after we return.
Going back to my wallet incident (sorry mom if you are reading this, I was going to call you eventually :)), I know deep in my heart that God was trying to get my attention. I had the privilege of sharing the story last night during our debriefing and was blessed with some wisdom from our wonderful leaders. I shared what happened and then opened up enough to say that there were many things going on in my life that were leaving me frustrated with God. I was feeling disconnected and forgotten, wondering why He was allowing these things to happen to me. During and after my 20 minute panic attack in the middle of the foreign supermarket, I saw my current life. Something terrible happened and I was angry, questioning God and His plan. When my wallet was returned, I realized the symbolism God was using to speak to me. I was distressed and felt alone, when in reality, He was still sovereign and was still on His throne. I needed only to be patient and have faith. Mr. Gillens spoke up in the debrief and said he was frustrated while digging through piles of shirts looking for my wallet, but then he prayed and felt peace over the situation. It was in that moment, I knew God needed me to forgetfully lay down my wallet and walk away. He needed to once again show me His sovereignty in this week and in the rest of my life. So as we prepare for our return to Los Estados Unidos and for Easter, I praise the God of Calvary. He is the God of all nations, the God who allows big tasks to be completed through small people, and the God who whispers peace to us when we need it most.
Vaya con Dios mis amigos,
~ Abigail Ploetz