I want to start this off by saying I love America. I love Texas. I LOVE my family and will take any opportunity I can to spend time with them.
Onward.
Today I got to FaceTime some of my family. One of the questions I was asked was whether or not being in another country felt normal or weird to me at this point. My response… Normal.
Thus far the easiest part of squad leading has been the country and culture change. Even though I’ve never been to Indonesia before. My normal for the past year and a half has been language barriers, unknown foods, and foreign customs.
It feels like home to me and reinforces the feeling that missions are going to have a huge part in my future just as they do my present.
For example, I’m not one to seek out speaking in front of groups. I often feel my testimony is underwhelming compared to the testimonies of other people. ~ Did ya catch that word? Comparison. As I’m writing I now see that’s the problem in this one. ~ But, as the opportunity was presented this past Sunday to share, I found myself unafraid of volunteering. And, more than that, I found myself confident standing in front of the church sharing. Whereas normally I would be shaking or nervously sweating.
God has a fun way of meeting us in our passions. Of making us come alive when we feel at home. Even if it’s in a place that makes us feel incredibly uncomfortable.
I am unable to express how incredibly blessed I feel to get to follow my dreams and make known His name to all the nations. Although I may be homesick, I know there’s nowhere else I’d rather be. I have said about missions that “it’s the most me I’ve ever felt.” After being at home for four months (and loving every minute of it), I feel that same homeyness I felt on the field months ago as I journey out again.
Honestly, I don’t know if this blog makes any sense. Maybe it’s just a lot of rambling on my part. But it’s what’s been on my mind.
