Imagine your home.
Your bed. Your favorite comfy blanket. Your own throw pillows. Your house decorated to your eyes pleasure. All the colors matching or mismatching as you prefer.
Imagine your people.
The ones you love so dearly. Just a phone call or a short drive away. Able to be with them whenever you want. Out with your friends on a Friday night just because you can. Calling your mom up on a rough day for some encouragement.
Imagine your freedom.
Your car, driving fast, music blaring, windows down. The ability to just go, but no where in mind. The freedom to do what you want, when you want, with who you want. Making money and spending it. Your independence at its best, driving, going, spending.
Now imagine you don’t have any of that.
Imagine you’re living in someone else’s home.
Someone you just met. Sharing an uncomfortable bed with a girl you’ve only known for a few months. The walls are bare, and this house tells stories you’ve never heard, or none at all. You’re using a sleeping bag as a blanket, and a travel pillow is your best friend.
Imagine strange people.
6 women you met not long ago. Spending everyday and nearly every waking moment with them. Alone time is rare and limited. People you’ve come to love, becoming the only family you know now. People who see you, who challenge you, who encourage you, and frustrate you.
Imagine little freedom.
No car of your own, someone always having to drive you everywhere. No ability to pick up the phone whenever you want. You can’t call your best friend, your dog, or anyone really. Communication is limited, and sometimes it seems even the world.
Imagine limitations.
There are rules and protocols to follow. You live on $5 a day and sometimes you can’t even choose what you eat. You can’t wear whatever you want, and even your clothes are limited. Just a few outfits to choose from. But none that really feel like you. You’re constantly sacrificing your own desires for the desires of those around you.
Imagine this is how you live everyday for the next 335 days.
Welcome to my life.
Imagine that amongst all of this, that God is worth it. That when you strip yourself of the world, you actually give Him more room to move in you and through you.
Imagine that He shows up every time. That each day He provides you with people who love you, a roof over your head, and food on the table. And homes away from home.
Imagine that instead of loving the comfortable world and convenient God, you actually just loved God and the world He created.
With Love,
Ali and Taylor
