Sitting on the front side of ten months, I find myself wondering, What was I thinking? I’ve been back for exactly 23 days. All I want to do today is go home.
Weekends are the hardest. I have too much time on my hands. I came to serve the Lord. I know I need to have time to recharge, but how? How am I supposed to do this without seeing my people for ten more months? I don’t know how I’m going to do this?
Every time I step out the door of my cabin, I’m reminded of where I am not. I’m trying so hard not to feel sorry for myself. I know the people here appreciate me for who I am. I am praying. I am having regular time with the Lord everyday. I’m doing everything I know to do…
There’s just this deep longing to be re-attached to the ones who’ve known me all their lives. They’re my missing pieces. I miss them so much.
I’d appreciate your prayers. I hope this will get better with time. God knows.