HA
so literally the only picture that i have online right now from this month is this.
We were walking around Beltis, Moldova. Our contact wanted to show us an old abandoned graveyard.
We asked him if it was okay to take pictures. He said we were the only ones who ever visited, so yes.
We had a blast.
buttttttttttt
that has nothing to do with anything.
The real reason I am writing is because I am coming home soon.
9 days to be exact.
And I wanted to share something that I shared at a prayer meeting at church tonight.
Being a missionary hasn’t been easy.
I am leaving this year, tired, content, confused, exhausted, happy, fulfilled, and ready to be home.
One day in Malaysia we prayed for a man to receive sight and he did. The next month I am asking God where he is in my life.
This past week of ministry has been hearing that we were going to do one thing, than plans changing three times in the day, and we are doing something else. We are tired, wonder whats the point, and then I end up at someones house, and share about how tired and confused I am and they say “me too. i am glad i am not a lone.”
I realized that this year isn’t about me becoming perfect. It’s not about me figuring it all out, although I would love to have it. It is about me realizing how weak I am, how much life is about honesty, and the magnitude of grace.
I am pumped to sit with my parents and process.
So excited for my own bed.
Can’t wait to listen to pastor neal bring it from the pulpit.
But i will miss this.
Miss never knowing what will happen in the day,
Miss seeing the world.
Miss meeting random people and just telling them about Christ and talking to them for hours cause it’s not like i have anywhere to go.
I am thankful for this year.
But for now, bring on the Chik-fil-a and my own bed!
9 Days!!!!!!!
