That being said, this is now my reality. A sleeping bag has replaced my memory foam topped large bed, with amazing pillows in multitudes. A tent has become my bedroom, my home. No longer can I go home where I live alone at the end of a day to escape when I have had enough. My escape is laying on top of my sleeping bag, listening to worship on my iPod, typing this. My shower has become limited to a few minutes, on a timer, costing money, and hot if you are lucky. My air conditioner seemed to modify itself to look like my tent windows opened on all sides creating airflow, and a nice breeze considering it is cool here in Ireland right now. And my meals, well today breakfast and lunch consisted of a sandwich. If you can really call it that. A piece of bread with peanut butter, banana, and honey.
This is only the beginning of the next eleven months, let alone the rest of my life. I am dying to myself. I am dying to the things I call mine. The things I say I can’t live without will quickly change I am sure. The frustrations I have will need to be given to Him, or I might go insane. And the knuckle cracking which I despise, a few on my team do it constantly… I haven’t told them yet. This is going to be a year of molding my clay, into what He has truly called me to be. A woman of God, strong and beautiful, living in His freedom, obeying His calling, and loving on everyone and everything I encounter in both thought and action.
So till then, farewell self….
