It's official.
My time on the race is coming to a quick end. In less than 95 days, I will back in the states.
Today, for some random reason, I started browsing through various pictures from this past year.
It moved me to tears; both sad and joyful.
It's been a year of my life, devoted to helping the helpless, and loving the hopeless.
It's been a year of my life, full of sarifice and discomfort.
It's been full of 40 hour bus rides, border crossings, miscommunication,
and handwashing everything; all the time.
It's been a year full of never choosing what I eat, being around people 24/7,
sharing EVERYTHING, and having to smile through it all.
It's been a year full of meeting dying people, giving hope to starving children,
walking through slums, and seeing sheer desperation on humanities different faces.
It's been one of the hardest years of my life.
And it's been the best year yet.
I look in the mirror and love who I am becoming.
I love the refinement I've walked through.
I love the romancing that my Father has walked me into.
I love the anticipation in my spirit about what's to come.
I love that I've been honored to see His miracles, and to witness His love for all.
I love that I now recognize His blessings.
I love that He used me to make a difference in lives around the world.
I love that I'm in love with God.
All of the horrible moments, where I fought the urge to go home and say forget it all, brought me to this moment of sincere reflection.
I'm sitting in my tent, in Tanzania, and am utterly bursting with thanksgiving and gratitude for what God brought me to and through this year.
I'm not who I was when I left America.
And I'll never be that person again.
Who am I?
I'm His daughter.
And I stand firm in that knowledge.
Just a thought.
<3tasha.
