I wrote a blog a while back when I was in Ireland talking about how homesick I had been feeling and how I was just barely struggling to get through each day. I didn’t feel like anyone around me understood me exactly and I didn’t feel like I totally fit in.
A week or so ago I was really struggling again with not feeling like I belong here and not feeling like I fit in. I just kept thinking there is absolutely no way I can last another 8 months away from home! It’s impossible. Then that verse came to mind. God loves me so much, and He has the perfect plan for me. He has me on this trip for a reason. I was right in thinking that I can’t last another 8 months on this trip; on my own that is. I know I’ll still have days where I struggle, and that it’s going to be a hard process, but I don’t want to miss out on anything that He has for me. I need to just take it one day at a time and let God provide me with the strength I need and just rest in Him and the amazing love He has for me.
I’ve grown to love my new team so much over just the last couple of weeks. I know and truly believe that they love me for me. I can’t imagine being anywhere else than with them right now.
“Free to be me” Francesca Battistelli-
A war’s already waged for my destiny
But you’ve already won the battle
And you’ve got great plans for me
Though I can’t always see
`cause I got a couple dents in my fender
Got a couple rips in my jeans
Try to fit the pieces together
But perfection is my enemy
On my own I’m so clumsy
But on your shoulders I can see
I’m free to be me
When I was just a girl I thought i had it figured out
My life would turn out right, and I’d make it here somehow
But things don’t always come that easy
And sometimes I would doubt
`cause I got a couple dents in my fender
Got a couple rips in my jeans
Try to fit the pieces together
But perfection is my enemy
On my own I’m so clumsy
But on your shoulders I can see
I’m free to be me
And you’re free to be you
Sometimes I believe that I can do anything
Yet other times I think I’ve got nothing good to bring
But you look at my heart and you tell me
That I’ve got all you seek
And it’s easy to believe
Even though
`cause I got a couple dents in my fender
Got a couple rips in my jeans
Try to fit the pieces together
But perfection is my enemy
On my own I’m so clumsy
But on your shoulders I can see
I’m free to be me”
