My life is so much more defined by routine than ever before. It seems ironic that this truth lives right next to the fact that this place is so foreign to anywhere else I’ve ever lived. So much sameness amidst such a big different. I’m reminded of a discussion C.S. Lewis pens in either Mere Christianity or The Screw Tape Letters. He says God made humans to need patterns and familiarity, but also variety and change. Take seasons as a prime example of both of those ideas. The dependable yearly cycle of each: winter, spring, summer, fall. But when you’re living in one season and the next comes, what beautiful variety! What a welcomed change from the previous months. New colors, new clothes, new holidays, new scenery in the world around you. Thrilling variety to enjoy and delight in. This concept is true in art, too; a successful composition generally has a balance of unity and variety to be aesthetically pleasing.
Here in Togo, my experience of variety and constancy is so flip flopped! Seasons are NOT familiar or as varied and almost everything is unfamiliar, but what I do with nearly every day and evening of my week is very constant. I’ve said in conversation to family that my world here is so small, but it’s taken a while to realize what exactly I meant by that. Let me be clear that this reality in itself is a neutral thing. It is not inherently positive or negative, but can FEEL positive or negative on any given day. Now let me explain what I mean by “small world.” Rigorous routine and constancy in my schedule means there isn’t a lot of options for what I can do. The reasons for this include: my time/life is at the service of families who need set routines to do their family life and their work, I don’t have a car, I don’t speak the language, this is a small town with out many options for going out or entertainment (there are a couple restaurants and a hotel with a pool), I have a very small social circle, and I don’t have internet at my house. This is reality, this is fine, and usually I’m very content with these things. I have moments of longing for people, places, and activities, but always with the voice of truth reminding me, “These are not the things of substance that have eternal value in the kingdom. And they are not what should make you happy.”
In college, the world was open to any and every possibility. My time was my own, and I could imagine a hundred different adventures in my future. Well a hundred adventures don’t happen at once. Only one does. And sometimes something worth doing doesn’t feel like an adventure every day. The bible talk so much about working hard, about discipline. I believe the Lord is teaching me that, along with steadiness.
The positive side of having a small world is a novel treasure after the chaotic stress of college life. It is simplicity. It is clarity of purpose and sufficient rest. After a day of work I can read or draw for fun. I can take pictures, journal, read my bible, and meditate. I have a steady workload, without which I would be bored and restless and unhappy. After crazy sleep deprivation and immense stress in college, I appreciate a slower pace of life… And still I miss so many people, so much beauty about home as well. I’m full of contradicting emotions. But still, I can cling to and rest in Truth. “The Lord is in His Holy Temple, the Lord is on His Heavenly Throne.” -Psalm 11:4