Today I celebrate ten years of living in Africa. And I'm not even in Africa. Hmph.
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...