I’m back! I’m back. Back to the familiar, the comfortable, the convenient. I have a fridge when I am hungry. Not to mention the 5 grocery stores within a 5 mile radius. I have an amazing pillow top mattress. And a husband who loves only me.
I also have ‘me’ back. Me this, me that, it’s all about me! I have my life to worry about and my details to sort out.
Me. Big. Fat. Ugly. Me.
It was astoundingly funny how on a mission trip, when I live my life on mission, on purpose, life is not about me. It is other focused. It is compelled outward. A life lived for others.
How can I bring that concept home as a souvenir?
How can I leave ‘me’ behind forever and make my life about others?
True religion is this, to look after orphans and widows in their distress and to keep oneself unpolluted by the world.
Unstained by the world.
Unstained by me.
By mine.
By self.
My self.
I don’t want to turn on the tv. I don’t want to shop, because that is when ‘me’ enters. And I feed me. I know I can’t live in a bubble, but this is one of those moments when I want to protect everything that happened while in Africa. It is one of those sacred moments. Those hallowed grounds. Those thoughtful pondering , that you hope will forever change every bit of who you are. Every bit of me.
I can’t move to Africa right now. And I am pretty sure I can’t bring any if those dear children back to North America (some sort of law!) But I can remember what I saw. I can tell everyone who will listen. I can make sure that the decisions that I am making today, have a positive effect on my brothers and sisters across the world. And who knows, maybe one day ‘me’ won’t be a glaring issue any more.
I don’t want to turn on the tv. I don’t want to shop, because that is when ‘me’ enters.
