“We’ve already been here for three weeks.”
“One month down, ten to go.”
“We only have a week left here.”
“Are you excited for the next country?”
These are the phrases that I am constantly bombarded with. Not only from my squad mates but from our ministry partners, the people within the community, and from myself. I even had a dream about having to say goodbye to everyone at the end of these 11 months and I’ve barely even started.
These phrases seem innocent enough, but they devalue the present.
So my question is, why are we so obsessed with time?
Why is it that as soon as a good thing starts we immediately start counting down how much time we have left to do it?
What is it about the mortality of time that makes us forget to live the moment we are in?
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These last three weeks I’ve been learning that this 11 months is way more about my own character development than my ministry. Not that it isn’t about my ministry at all, there is definitely a lot of amazing things happening here in the Philippines, but I have been learning a lot about myself and not all of it is pleasant. I am nervous and excited (but mostly nervous) to watch God uncover my true character and mold it into perfection.
