Today I celebrate ten years of living in Africa. And I'm not even in Africa. Hmph.
I don't have anything profound to say (like I did last year). If you want to read something deep and meaningful, you'll have to go back and read last year's post. It all still applies.
Today all I'm thinking is that I can't imagine any other life for myself---I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. And yet, in that, I sometimes secretly (though not so secretly anymore...) wish I could take a reprieve from it all. A break. A pause. A selah not just for my soul but for my life.
And then I feel guilty for even thinking such a thing, never mind saying it out loud.
This missionary has a long way to go...