Being a missionary isn’t easy. It is beautiful. It is wild. It is fulfilling. I wouldn’t exchange my life for anyone else’s in the world ,but it is hard. It is like a coin you throw into the air just hoping this day lands on a lucky side.
Today I rode a bus for almost two hours when the route is only 15 minutes so I could sit in a 2 hour church service that was in a language I couldn’t understand. All I understood was the words earth, man and woman.
When we got back the time I planned for a lovely hammock nap was spent with two little boys asking me questions and prying every bit of spanish out of me.
Lunch time was two hours later then expected and I gained a major migraine during this time that is still ebbing as I write.
I am homesick. I miss my dogs. I miss my couch. I miss doing whatever I want ,whenever I want with my time.
Tonight I still have to write a guitar lesson, upload footage from this weekend, and maybe if I am lucky I can squeeze in some “me time” before bed.
This is my life. You want to know what else my life is?
Today for two hours I rode a bus and got to look into the doorways of homes I will enter later this week and make a difference in. I saw beautiful volcanoes and an array of people.
I got to join people from a different culture worshiping the God I love.
I made a connection with two little boys with simple phrases such as “favorite color” “favorite food” and “favorite games”
For lunch today I tried a whole fish for the first time , head and all, made by a local who took her time to share her meal with us today.
Yes I am homesick ,but I also know when I get home I will have so much more to offer.
My time is scheduled and full, but I cherish and grow more in the little time I have because I now value its importance. I do more now with 30 minutes then I would possibly do with a week at home. I connect with God, learn more about myself ,journal ,play music, and write. At home I would most likely be watching hours of Netflix or just drinking a beer on my porch.
There are two sides to every coin tossed. Two choices on how to look at every day. I had a rough day ,but today I remembered why I am doing what I am doing. Why I left comfort and easy for change and growth. God is good. All the time. I am in this 10 more months. I must choose to every day dwell on the good and not the hard, otherwise I could miss out on all that is in front of me like I did today. No more.
*photos taken by Hannah Adkison
