I’ve felt like I needed to write another blog for quite some time now. Although there are various, much more important and engaging topics stirring in my head, today, this one spoke the loudest.
Yes, you read it right-today’s blog is dedicated to sandwiches.
I just want to be real for a minute. I LOVE sandwiches-especially vegetarian ones. I’m not actually a vegetarian but there’s just something holy about getting to the bare bones of a sandwich. Spices, fluffy bread, oils, vegetables and don’t even get me started on the cheese. Glory.
There’s a horrific gender stereotype comment (in my opinion) known as “Woman, get into the kitchen and make me a sandwich,” and I often think –there’s a lot wrong with the world, but this has got to be one of the places where all problems start. I’m not going to get into my argument on gender stereotypes and sandwiches, but I definitely will admit I believe it should be the other way around. Lord knows I’d have a war with logic and impulse if a random man walked up to me and guaranteed me a sandwich everyday for the rest of my life wrapped up in a marriage proposal. Then again, maybe that’s why I’m still single. 😉
The point is I’ve been painstakingly aware of the compromises a year abroad will hold for me as I’m dwindling down to less than 4 months until launch. Not just the idea of lacking what is “comfortable” and “normal,” (sandwiches) but I recently had a harsh reality of how horrible it may feel to dedicate my life to helping women in trouble and people in need.
One of my best friends got into a ton of trouble regarding a guy and an abusive relationship, which I could only attempt to help her through. My heart was crushed for her. Nothing was even happening to me but seeing her so empty, defeated, tried, lost and beaten down-made me feel the exact same way. And then there was this little voice in my head that said, “You could feel like this everyday on the race.”
Ultimately, God is the source of all compassion and rest, but I’m also asking you as my supporters to be my sandwich- no, not literally- but the extra comfort and support when my head lies to my soul and says God’s love isn’t enough ‘right now.’ Know that yeah, a lot of us definitely need the spare change in your pocket if you’ve got it, but most importantly, we NEED your prayers. We’re going to be a mess-broken down and feeling defeated. We WILL grow strong and do amazing things for God, but it’s still a journey in which we need so much of your help.
Thanks in advance for the love. Grace and peace,
Anna
