I've had the privilege of loving quite a few deeply, but I will say my heart is especially missing this goof. We took this picture the day before he left for Iraq and although he's busy being my little freedom fighter, I wouldn't hate it if our interaction consisted of a little more than a few scratchy Skype calls a month.
As I embarked on writing my informative speech this afternoon, I spent a great deal of my time thinking about love, loss, and the like. I was humbled with the realization that I have encountered very few heart-wrenching losses in my lifetime. Not because they haven't been there, but because I have someone bigger than all the junk fighting for me. The Lord has been my warrior and I can confidently stand where I am today as a member of his army because of his leading in my life. Just as he fought for me when I was helpless, I want to fight for those who can't fight for themselves. I don't want to look back 40 years from now and wish I would've invested a deeper, selfless love in those who've been placed on my heart since the day I was born. I have these desires for a reason and each day I get closer to my dream, I get a little more jittery inside. This is real life and I am so stinkin excited to FINALLY be living in the reality of stepping into this crazy blessing of ministry.
In those 30 minutes of procrastination I was reminded of how extremely blessed I am to be able to live out a profession both sharing and indulging in the deepest desires of my heart. I am more than the sum of my past mistakes. The junk hasn't been the most pleasant, but it's been the most rewarding that's for sure. Perhaps a better way of phrasing it can be summed up on a magnet I saw everyday during my elementary carrer, (thanks mom!) "I know I'm somebody cuz God don't make no Junk." Now if only I could find a way to make it all happen ten minutes ago. I already feel the people of Uganda calling my name!
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