So here’s the deal…to some extent I have a germ phobia. Ok…maybe I am a big germaphobe. I don’t like when people eat off my plate or drink from my cup…I don’t like when they get germs on me. Usually what is mine, is mine and I prefer to keep it that way. But these past few weeks have challenged me to live beyond germs, myself and my selfishness.
Brace yourself…I have recently shared hairbrushes, clothes, towels, drinks, plates of food, ate food that was covered in flies, loved on kids full of lice, held germy sick runny nosed children, kissed those runny nosed children and even swallowed a worm. Which is about as germy as it gets…I ate something that eats the dirt that we walk on. Ugh! I can’t imagine what this year is going to do to me. I pray that I come back human…=). I am already changing, even if it is just in my habits or my quirks. The ways in which God is changing me are even larger.
Now that my team has been slightly successful on the germ issue they are working on ruining my very dear space bubble and are being touchy and giving me lots of love. Ohhh man! I am not going to be Lacey when I come back…=)
