Over the last few weeks I have ignored the fact that I was actually leaving. Pretending that I was just gonna live my life as normally as possible before I left. Until it hit me.. I wasn’t called to do that here not anywhere. I want to live uncontrolled and in my God’s love, doing the things he has for me. For me that looks like love and sacrifice. I want people to feel the same love that I do from him. So I choose to be the hands and feet for someone I believe in! And the heart that hopefully will reach the unreachable. That’s my hope for the next 11 months of my life.
