As I sit on Facebook, I see these pictures of all of the
things happening at home. People
are getting dolled up to go to the rodeo.
Others are having a girls’ night on the town. Some are just sharing everyday events. I feel silly because I sit here, living
the life I wanted for over a year, and I secretly long for those things a
little. I want those moments where
I feel truly pretty again; I long for times that were easier. But that’s not why I am here, and I
must remind myself of that. I am
here to be stretched, changed, and molded into something new. I am here to stretch, change, and mold
others into something new. I am
here to bring God’s beauty and grace to a country that faces some
struggles. He has told me that
this will not be easy; he has proven time and time again that worldly issues
will tempt me and cause me to struggle, occasionally sinning along the way
(always offering me forgiveness).
Ultimately though, I think that is ok. I think that it is ok that sometimes I don’t want to be here. I think that it is ok that sometimes I
wish for an easier situation. I
think that it is ok that sometimes my American mindset gets in the way. In the end, it is how I push through
the situation. How do I handle my
conflicts? How do I finish my year
here?
Although things are hard at times, and will continue to be
up until the day I leave, I couldn’t imagine being anywhere else. I couldn’t even picture me sitting at
an office job, watching the clock, hoping for the time to pass. I am exactly where I was meant to be,
problems and all. This was the
life that was chosen for me. The
one I was rewarded. The one that
God and others around me believed I could handle.
remember that you are not the only one feeling this way- we all long for "normal" in different ways. the best advice i can offer is to find beauty in the things that are becoming normal to you now- the sounds of the goats walking down the road, a beautiful sunset, whatever. i bought some nail polish last week as a treat for pampering. maybe you can do the same :)
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