I arrived at 5:00 am yesterday morning after taking an overnight bus from Laos. I rode in a taxi by myself for an hour to get to a hostel to meet up with a team for the month in the capital of Thailand.
This seems normal right?
Normal has become traveling for 12 hours which is seemingly short compared to other travel days that are three times as long.
Normal has become walking two hours to get to the nicest mall I’ve ever been to for a treat of seeing a movie, but having to hope it’s in English.
Normal has become living out of two bags for eight months including the same clothes since August, with a few additions from squad mates’ closets.
Normal has become praying for strangers, praying for BOLD things to happen, and watching the Lord show up.
Normal has become living in community, meaning little alone time, but embracing what this squad gives me.
Normal has become seeking the Lord in all things, all the time.
I think sometimes people think what we are doing is the craziest thing in the world. That they could NEVER do it…
But what is it about this that’s so crazy? Is it because this isn’t the American dream? It’s hard for me to grasp now eight months in because I feel like I’m living my normal life, just in a different country each month. I still am doing the things I love with people I love, but my heart and purpose have changed.
I feel scared to return back to the States because I don’t want to return back to what my “normal” life was.
So why isn’t this life considered normal?
Why can’t praying for strangers, declaring healing over friends, and being obsessed with being in His Word be normal?
What even is a “normal” life?
Is it based on what society says or what the Lord says?
Currently, I have been out of America for over 200 days. I have less than 120 days until I return. Until then, I’m embracing this normal life.
