I wake up and ask myself this question often. I also ask, what country am I in again? It can be a bit confusing, but the past two morning have been phenomenal. I tend to be an early riser and so have been up by around 5:30am to try and catch the sunrise over the mountains. We are in a small village outside of Katmandu until tomorrow morning and so the valley below has been wrapped in fog and this morning I sat and had my quiet time waiting for the sun to peak over the mountains and burn off the fog below.
I have heard many people argue that the Christian life is boring or can kill all the fun. I've also heard people praise me for all that I "sacrifice" or "give up" in order to follow God's call. Yes, I miss my family and I'd give a small fortune for a good burger, fries, and milkshake right now, but my life is completely amazing.
I just returned from a 50 minute run (painful at 5,000 feet with major hills but so worth it) and can only marvel at the cool path God has me on and am in awe that God has called me to this for 11 months.
The God of the universe who created the amazing Himalayas, the sweet noise of children laughing as they play on the street below me, and the warm sun shining on my back has called me to have a personal relationship with him and follow him on a crazy journey. How lucky am I?
