She is torn. She has been alternating between alone time in her room to laughing and joking around with us in the living room. She is torn. She does not want to make the long trip back to Latvia but she also wants to be among her familiar surroundings and her mother tongue. She is torn. She does not want to enter the room where our church lifegroup is meeting to pray so the group came to her and she smiles, basks in the limelight and laughs as each member of the group reads aloud the final affirmations (in Latvian) from her paper chain.
Her bag is packed. She laughs as I try to lift her bag and bring it downstairs. Feels like it has rocks in it but it is 4.5 pounds under the limit. She has packed away all the clothes we purchased. Candy and snacks, too. Memories are stored away in there as well. There and in her heart. She is ready to go but she isn’t.
She asks to download some music from the internet and we happily agree. She shows me some pictures from her phone. Pictures of some friends, of her, of her boyfriend, Kenny. She does not show them to Eileen … only to me. Hmmm.
We exchange gifts. She brought a beautiful hand-painted scarf from Latvia. It is exquisite, lovely and delicate. She receives an mp3 player, make-up, ear buds, a necklace and a hand-crotcheted sock monkey winter hat. More than that was the whole exchange process itself. It was almost surreal yet the love around that kitchen table was very tangible. We gave her a key to our front door. We explained that we are one family, Viena Ģimene, and when she comes back she is welcome with open arms and open hearts any time.
The final hours slowly ticked away while we were at church lifegroup. At the end of lifegroup all the loving members of our group – the same members who threw her a surprise birthday party, let her swim in their pool, gave her lovely free clothing – gathered around her in the living room and poured out their love and God’s love. They drenched her in it. They read some affirmations to her in her native tongue and we all butchered her language. She didn’t care. Once again the love that was surrounding Daniela was palpable, present and perfect.
God was present in Jana’s living room in Bangor, PA. God was in Bangor, PA of all places! Of course He was. He was also present when the pillow fight closed out the festivities. He was present when Daniela surprised me by throwing a few pillows at me while I was taking pictures. (The girl has a heck of an arm!) He’ll be present with us as we take her to the airport tomorrow. He’ll be present on that plane with Daniela and He’ll be present with us as we sob and grieve our girl going home. God will be right there with Daniela every second of her life, every step of the way, in every moment of joy, in every moment of sorrow. Just like He will be for us.
We are ever grateful for Daniela being a member of our family! Tomorrow will not be an easy day but we are nevertheless a family and will send of our Daniela with all the love and blessings we have. We will see her again someday.