I’m Glad I Came

(Poetry Month – Week One)

I’m Glad I Came

I came

So they could see your face

in mine.

So they could see your smile

in mine.

And I, in turn, could see you

in new faces and

in new smiles.

I came

So I could hear your voice

in the wind.

So I could see your glory

in the sunshine and

in the rain.

In the lightning and

in the lives of those around me.

I’m glad I came.

This poem brings together experiences from several different mission trips I’ve been on to Navajoland. Nobody talked about being a missionary. Nobody told us that we were not only going to give but that we would receive. Nobody prepared us for the spiritual and emotional feedings that we would receive on a daily basis. The trips I’ve made out to the Navajo reservation and the friends I’ve made out there and the amazing experiences I’ve both had personally and seen others have are priceless parts of my life.