the travel bug
As I sit here in the American Midwest, my heart is overseas. I long to be high in the Swiss Alps, sitting in a meadow of flowers once again, or watching the colors and listening to the languages swirl around me in the bustling cities. I long for the cobblestone streets, the chocolate, and the picturesque sunsets over the majestic mountains. And the people, more than anything I long to be with the people. I want to interact with them, teach them, and minister to them. Some days I wonder what I'm going to do with this Masters in English. I know that being here is the right place for now. I'm gaining valuable experience that God will somehow weave into my future. I keep coming back to this same organization: YWAM International. I'd love to work with YWAM Lausanne and do mission work in Switzerland. As much as I want to go study overseas this next summer, it doesn't look like it's going to happen with classes and weddings. I think the better plan would be to save my money up for the summer after next. By then two of my closest friends will be married off, and I can go overseas for awhile. Then we'll see where the future goes from there. I often wonder how God could use my love of literature and writing overseas. Are there things I could do? Places I could go and teach English? I know there are. I just need to find them. Why not when I'm young and the only attachments I have are my family and a few close friends? The world is the limit. Really, there is no limit. At this point, all I need to do is keep my arms wide open to the future and whatever God may have in store for me there.