Sometimes I forget.
I forget where I am, that my life that I am living right now is not considered a “normal” life.
Not many people my age get to do what I’m doing.
Not many people get to travel the world and live out of a backpack.
Not many people get to see the things that I’ve seen this year.
Not many people live with 6 others in intense community.
Sometimes I forget.
I forget that I am so so so privileged to do this.
I forget that God hand picked me to come to this specific orphanage in Swaziland to love these kids.
Some days it’s so easy to get caught up in my own mess that I miss all the amazing things that are happening around me.
I don’t want to forget anymore.
I’ve just realized that month 9 is two days away.
Month 9.
Sometimes this race seems to take forever.
Sometimes it feels like I’ve been living out of a backpack for a million years,
but when I really take a step back and look,
I realize it’s almost over.
Sometimes I forget that this life is not about me.
Sometimes I forget that I was made to love and be loved.
Sometimes I forget that I signed up for this to be uncomfortable.
I only have three months left to push into my teammates.
I only have three months left to get everything God desires for me out of this experience.
I only have three months left to push into the ministries God puts me in.
I only have three months left.
And sometimes I forget that.
But like I said, I don’t want to forget anymore.
Right now, I am proclaiming that I will press into this time.
I will love until I have nothing left in me to give, and then I will love more.
Because that’s what He has called me to do.
I won’t forget anymore.
