THE LEAVING BEIRUT SERIES Part 6: How to Remember

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Things I’ve learned this weekend: be the first one to leave. The last 36 hours was like this hot slow nightmare where you’re saying goodbye to all your best friends and every time you start recover and pick yourself up off the floor, someone else rings your doorbell and the whole horrid process starts itself over again. In honor of that, here’s a list of things that suck. As in the only thing you think of when you hear them is THAT SUCKS.

  1. Goodbyes
  2. Breakups
  3. Car Accidents
  4. Debt

But before we go, we’re going to remember for just a little bit cause it’s 4AM and I’m currently on a plane to Athens and I think my tears are starting to weird out the nice and sleepy Swedish couple next to me.

I’ve spent the last week and a half simultaneously cataloging all the reasons to leave and all the things I’ll miss with my whole heart. I want to remember it the way it was, with the good all smashed up next to the bad. The overflowing garbage cans (cause the dump is full & the garbage men are on strike) next to the Mediterranean and the evenings walking through the streets laughing next to the moments you didn’t think you would make it to the end. The taxi driver turning to the American radio station when you get in and traffic that seems impossible. Perpetually dirty feet and learning how to smile at strangers instead of be scared of them and finding new places by yourself and getting lost and messing up and doing better.

I like to think one day I’ll write a book and there will be a chapter about the first team I ever led. How I was thrown into this abstract position over seven of the strongest personalities I’ve ever seen up close. And how I spent the next two months learning when to stand back and when to step up, and just watching them be them. How I learned that life is a series of stepping on each others’ toes and helping each other put on band-aids, sometimes you’re fixing your own mistakes and sometime you’re fixing other peoples. And that stepping on toes isn’t always as bad as I thought.

But we made it through without incident and I made it full circle from landing to take off and I’m not sure if I recognize anything else, but I recognize the route to the airport this time around. And I think it’s important that you all know that if you spent even one moment praying for me, praying for us, it was worth it. There were so many moments I watched us be saved. Time and time again I could stop and say, someone prayed for us this morning. And I am so grateful.

For now I’m going to remember everything the way it was the last night. Loudly running through Beirut as if we had ownership or any stake at all in this exhausted messy city. Yelling and holding hands and singing our American songs and drawing attention to ourselves. I spent two months doing everything in my power to learn these people and now they’re gone, and all I have is lists of them in my head and pictures in my phone that I started taking all up close to everyone’s faces because I wanted to remember them exactly how they are. All I have is their likes and dislikes and expressions and opinions and things I’ll miss the most and things they taught me.

And I want to remember Logie walking up behind me in the dark, a question in his body language. “Vicky?” caught red handed. “How bout I pray for you right now?” And I want to remember Shan’s face when she’s thinking through something and the way she asks for advice as if she isn’t the smartest one in the room. And I want to remember Josh slipping side comments to me across the table with a smirk as if he isn’t the funniest person alive.

And this is all out here for everyone to see, but for now if you ask me how my summer was, how Beirut was, how everything was, I’ll probably say Great & Hard & Good. Cause it’s two months of woven memories and learning experiences and it’s more than I can bring out. I think I want to keep the rest to myself for just a little while longer.

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THE LEAVING BEIRUT SERIES Part 2: Going Home

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March 6th this year marked the end of spring break, and I was in a car with four of my closest friends driving from South Florida to Ohio. I remember sitting in the passenger seat watching the landscape shift beside us and giving myself permission to love America: permission to be a little infatuated by the ups and downs and intricacies of our culture. Little did I know four months later I wouldn’t have to give myself any permission at all. Donald Miller said “Everybody has to leave their home and come back so they can love it again for all new reasons.” And isn’t that man just right about everything? This was almost a list post, but list posts can make you tired. So instead I’ll just talk about how there are so many things that I’m so excited to come home to.

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THE LEAVING BEIRUT SERIES Part 1: Things I’ll Miss

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In five days I’m getting on the 4:30am from BEY to ATH (cringe, right?) and my time in Lebanon will be over. As my main man Logie says, “A trip like this has the potential to change your whole life.” So in the interest of preserving that, and maybe passing a thing or two on, this is the beginning of a mini-series on leaving Beirut. Things I’ve learned, things I still haven’t learned, and maybe even a cool restaurant or two. First, here’s a whole bunch of things that I’m gonna miss.

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#SPORTSCAMP

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For the month of July, the team is splitting up across three different summer camps, a summer school for Armenian children, and a summer school at an Orthodox church. Last week I was in a sports camp for Lebanese teenagers up in the mountains above Byblos. And in an exciting twist, the magical Laura Jean Cunningham flew down for the week from Greece to be a camp counselor with me and experience Beirut. Here’s some of the trillions of things that happened in just four days of sportscamp.

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Sorry, English?

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If there’s anything that sums up this summer, it’s learning. It feels like I learn 3 new things before 8am every day, and the rest of the day follows suit.

Yesterday we were in a seminar about the spiritual capacity of children, which is enough to dwell on for a while. But before that all started, we had this time of what they call “liquid worship” which is an allotted time for you to go through stations that guide you to pray and think about different things. Hard to explain, but really really cool. My first station was to be prayed over by these two people I didn’t know. As they were praying, the girl stopped and said “God has gifted you with communication.” And told me how I should learn to be a stronger communicator from God and the way He communicates, and how I need to remember that I’m gifted that way and start using it in the areas that are hard to communicate.

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