it's time.
i don't know how many times a person's heart is supposed to break. i wonder if there's some kind of rule.
africa was the most amazing 2 weeks i've ever had. and i'm pretty sure that includes rome, and any other of a million amazing seasons i've had in my short and somewhat insignificant little life.
altogether, i keep coming back to the blessings. and, my friends, no matter what pain exists in the day-to-day stresses, we are all unbelievably blessed.
for me to remember this isn't hard now... all it takes is a warm shower in clean water, with a clean towel afterwards.
but here i am seperated still more from the people around me, because only 2 weeks ago i was having a hard time seeing past josh, and the heartache, and mom's overbearing-ness, but now i'm not anxious about any of it. and i wouldn't be able to get over myself and my problems just because one of my friends wrote a little blog about going to africa and seeing true poverty, true heartache, true sadness. so, in a way, i feel like this is the change that my team leaders kept telling us we'd have. i'm a different person than i was 2 weeks ago.
maybe i'm just 2 african weeks older, and maybe i'm 2 african weeks wiser. and maybe i'm not anything more than i was, but more willing to accept the possibility that i'm blessed beyond reason. and trust me, no matter what pain exists, we are all unbelievably blessed.
africa was the most amazing 2 weeks i've ever had. and i'm pretty sure that includes rome, and any other of a million amazing seasons i've had in my short and somewhat insignificant little life.
altogether, i keep coming back to the blessings. and, my friends, no matter what pain exists in the day-to-day stresses, we are all unbelievably blessed.
for me to remember this isn't hard now... all it takes is a warm shower in clean water, with a clean towel afterwards.
but here i am seperated still more from the people around me, because only 2 weeks ago i was having a hard time seeing past josh, and the heartache, and mom's overbearing-ness, but now i'm not anxious about any of it. and i wouldn't be able to get over myself and my problems just because one of my friends wrote a little blog about going to africa and seeing true poverty, true heartache, true sadness. so, in a way, i feel like this is the change that my team leaders kept telling us we'd have. i'm a different person than i was 2 weeks ago.
maybe i'm just 2 african weeks older, and maybe i'm 2 african weeks wiser. and maybe i'm not anything more than i was, but more willing to accept the possibility that i'm blessed beyond reason. and trust me, no matter what pain exists, we are all unbelievably blessed.