7 weeks left.
My squad and I have been in Guatemala for 6 weeks, and I have felt every. single. second. of each day. The first five weeks of those six, I wanted to leave. The race was not for me. I was dreading my hour bus ride to ministry each day. Team time was frustrating, and me and God…. we were struggling. It wasn’t until last weekend that I woke up. My whole perspective shifted about where I was. I was caught up in the materialistic things. Friends. Entitlement. Being uncomfortable. I was so focused on the finish line… making it through these nine months. Just trying to survive. It became about me. I forgot the whole reason I pursued this journey. The time I spent fundraising, all of the overtime at work, and the sleepless nights praying for this trip. These nine months were not at all about me. I am absolutely in love with my ministry in Bola de Oro. They are the reason I’m here. That hard conversation about my faith with a stranger in the coffee shop. Finger painting and laughing with my kids. The run in with Americans in the grocery store and sharing what we are doing here. Playing pool with some “free-spirited” people and showing interest in their beliefs. These nine months may feel like a turtle running a race, but with the slow strides, you don’t miss a thing. I am not here for me. I am here for them. I now look at it like I only have seven weeks left in Guatemala. This is only nine months out of my life. I can put aside my cares and this life I felt entitled to, to be the hands and feet of Jesus. My life was not for me. It’s for the people around me. I just learn things along the way.
