turn on the song and just listen. it is so beautiful.
Africa is wrecking me and stretching me.
Not in the way I thought it would. It is reminding me that it is okay to be different from everyone else. It is reminding me that it is okay if my heart doesn’t break in Africa. It is reminding me that it is okay that my heart has been left in Romania three times and it is still there. It is reminding me that it is okay for me that I don’t have to fall in love with Africa, but I have to love while I am here.
I have been sick already and have had to stay home from ministry. This is stretching me because it makes me miss things from home. It makes me think of the things I think I am entitled to. But then I remember where I am. I am in Africa. I have a tent and a sleeping pad instead of my bedroom and my bed. I have beans and rice twice a day and hard boiled eggs every day for breakfast instead of what I would prefer to eat. I am learning what it truly means to hold onto nothing except the Lord.
My heart longs for Romania… still… It is not just because it is Europe and comfortable but because my heart really is there.
I don’t know anymore. This is a short blog, but it is honest.
For the first time on the race I am truly homesick. It is month 6 and it seems like the race is not going to ever end. I know that it will and when it does I will long for this time again. But in this moment it is hard. When all I am doing is laying in bed for three days it makes me feel like I would do much better to be at home. Today is hard. Yesterday was hard. Two days ago was hard. Let’s hope tomorrow is better.
Nothing I hold on to….. what does that even mean??
