…Or in English, I am going crazy in my my head (though my Spanish is a little rusty so it might not say that at all!)
The last 16 days after Training Camp in Georgia have FLOWN by.
It is so funny to me how when we are children, we want to be teenagers. When we become teenagers, we want to turn 18, and then 21. However, once you pass 21, strange things start happening with the time you have. Perhaps it is just me, but I am starting to realize that time is speeding up. I wake up, lay in bed and eventually drag myself out of my warm cocoon to get ready to be a working citizen of the United States of America.
Then six-nine hours later I am back home and ready for BED!
When did I become so OLD? So set in my average American ways? And why has it taken me so long to realize that I THIRST for something more?
When did I become so OLD? So set in my average American ways? And why has it taken me so long to realize that I THIRST for something more?
This adventure around the world is more than just a ‘vacation’. It is not ‘I want to blow $14,300+ on nothing!’. This is me realizing what Switchfoot knew so long ago…
‘We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
Maybe we’ve been livin’ with our eyes half open
Maybe we’re bent and broken
We want more than this world’s got to offer
We want more than the wars of our fathers
And everything inside screams for second life
We were meant to live…’
Have we lost ourselves?
Maybe we’ve been livin’ with our eyes half open
Maybe we’re bent and broken
We want more than this world’s got to offer
We want more than the wars of our fathers
And everything inside screams for second life
We were meant to live…’
God did NOT call us to be lazy. He did NOT call us to be fake. He did NOT call us to hate. He CALLED us to LOVE the poor, the widows, the sick. He CALLED us to SHINE His LOVE into this dark world…
Am I going crazy in my head? Yes. But not because I am filling my mind with this world. My mind has been recently consumed with the dying orphans, the starving widows, the lonely lepers, and the tormented child sex slaves. I hear them calling out to God for help to come. I see their tears and their pain. And you know what else I see? That God knows each hair on their heads, each one of their names, feels all of their pain and sees all of their scars (physical and otherwise). He loves every person, everywhere.
But where are His helpers?
I am so pumped to go on this journey, to serve the world for Christ. However, Christ is needed in Waukesha, WI just as much as He is needed in Bamboi, Ghana.
I have a heart to reach the world for Jesus. However, that must start in my first waking moment and carry on into my last thought before I go to sleep at night. And there is no better time to learn that then in the nearly 50 days left before my squad and I leave to turn the world upside down.
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In Christ,
Rachel
(Neither of the above images are mine)
