Oh the dreaded month 9. The month we were warned about.
“It will be hard” they said.
“You will be tired” they said.
“You will want to go home” they said.
"No not me, I’m different.”
How very wrong I was. I’m not just tired I am exhausted.
I am tired of not ever being alone.
I am tired of not understanding the language
I am tired of being stared at.
I am tired of hand washing clothes and then waiting 2 days for them to be dry.
I am tired of going to the bathroom in an outhouse and having it splash back up.
I AM TIRED and this sucks.
Traveling for 9 months is exhausting. Living in community is exhausting.
(Cue cheesy country song: “You’re gonna miss this, you’re gonna want this back…”)
I am gonna miss this. And I will want this back.
I’m not tired of sitting on the floor with my team and laughing.
I’m not tired of learning how to say ‘I love you’ in another language.
I’m not tired of telling people about Jesus.
I’m not tired of seeing the greatness of God creation.
I am tired but this doesn't suck.
Traveling for 9 months is awesome! Living in community is a blessing!
So yes, it is hard, yes I am tired, and yes I want to go home.
But not yet.
God has so much more planned.
