A lot has been happening this summer, but at the same time it feels like nothing at all. I don’t know how else to put that. It is hard to feel like what you are doing is significant in the kingdom and hard to feel like you are accomplishing anything when you are taking care of kids all day. When you are just helping a family keep track of their children as you go here and there and do this and that.
This summer is a short-term trip. It’s the longest short-term trip that I have been on, but still it’s only for one summer. The difference is that it feels more long-term. I am not living the super-hyped, on spiritual steroids, boldly sharing your faith and constantly feeling like God is just pouring out through you like you do on a short-term trip.
The hard things are that my fellowship with others similar to myself is limited. My quiet times generally have fussy kids as the background. My life has to be very flexible, and unscheduled. I have to have patience (not my strong suit). I get homesick every so often. I can’t talk to the people that my heart has been filled with love for and tell them the Good News because I don’t speak their language… yet.
It is hard because all I want to do is minister to these people.
It is also hard because I have a lot waiting for me at home as I will be returning just in time to jump head first into a crazy busy senior year. I literally have to come home and hit the ground running because I have soccer starting just a couple weeks after I get back to America.