This is my life.
I live out of ziplock bags and stuff sacks. I share a bottle
of shampoo with 5 other girls. My computer is community, my bed, my clothes, my
time, my schedule, my life. What I have is not my own.
This is my life.
I find myself on a ferry boat after a 9 hour bus ride, a 2
hour stop at a bus station in the middle of the night, a 4 hour van ride, and 2
border crossings.
This is my life.
I walk 20 minutes
from the ferry with 20 others all balancing our packs and book bags as we try
to see between the sweat drops dripping down our faces into our eyes. I walk
into a new hostel, with a new contact, in a new culture.
This is my life.
I go from disorder, chaos, and ladyboys to covered,
conservative, and Muslim overnight.
This is my life.
Overnight I travel to a completely new country; a new
language, new exchange rate, new food, new cultural norms, a new time zone. In one night my world completely changes.
This is my life.
One minute I am eating curry and rice, 20 hours later I find
myself eating a quesadilla salad at Chili’s watching the British royal wedding
on CNN Live.
This is my life.
It doesn’t make sense to most of the world, but it’s a live
I’ve been living for the past 11 months. It’s a life of discomfort, disunity,
and disorder to some. But it’s a life of trust, dependence, and normalcy to me.
A life where my comfort is found in the Lord. A life that is stable and unified
with the Spirit because its foundation is in the Lord. A life where every step
is ordered by the Lord you just have to listen to his voice.
This is my life.
This isn’t an
experience, THIS IS MY LIFE.
I travel home in 1 month and many are expecting me to go
back to “normal life� in the U.S.
But THIS is normal.
This IS MY LIFE.
A life that isn’t my own.
A life that isn’t about comfort.
A life that is completely surrendered to the Lord.
A life that is dependent upon the Lord.
A life that relies on the Lord’s provision.
A life that is filled with abundance.
A life that is filled with JOY.
A life of the miraculous
A life lived with God’s eyes, God’s heart, God’s voice.
THIS is my life.
This is the life I walk into American with. Some things will
change but my lifestyle won’t. I will stick out but aren’t we supposed to stick
out? Aren’t we supposed to not fit in? Aren’t we supposed to be “radical� in
the eyes of the world? That is the life
I am choosing.
This is MY life.
What is yours?
