It’s month 6. The “I’m traveling the world” high has worn off, being replaced with the “what did I get myself into” feeling. Learning Spanish still seems impossible and being the minority never gets easier. If one more guy whistles, woots, or kisses in my direction I might slap somebody. Since January, my relationship has fallen apart at the seams, I talk to my mother more than I talk to my best friend, the only alone time I get is in the bathroom stall if I’m lucky, and I feel like I’m a traveling maintenance woman more than a missionary. Traveling isn’t exactly what I chalked it up to be in this little head of mine.
WHAT DID I GET MYSELF INTO??
It’s hard. I’d be lying if I said it was all rainbows and butterflies down here. Honestly, most days, I wanna go home. But then I remember, I didn’t get myself into this. God called me to this.
He led me to the World Race.
He put the funding in place for me to be here & stay here f or the long haul.
He has me here.
There is another side to this coin. Since January I’ve also met amazing people who I pray don’t leave my life any time soon. I’ve seen God’s crazy creativity through the gorgeous landscapes and beautiful people of these countries. I’ve learned that everything that happens isn’t all about me all the time, actually is usually never is. I’ve seen what it’s like to follow Gods will for my life, even when it’s difficult and against everything I imagined for myself. I’ve felt my heart break for people I’ve never even met because they are victims of the injustice in this world. I’ve noticed my passion for freeing the slaved explode into something I can barely contain. I’ve grown. Grown more than I ever knew I needed to and it’s ONLY month 6 of this thing.
{ These are my people <3 }
So yeah, it’s hard. But it’s wonderful.
The difficult stuff is annoying, but temporary.
The growth is permanent if I allow it to be.
The growth is why I’m here, why I believe God has me here.
“What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger” they always say. And I’m still breathing 🙂
