I'm weak. Filled with imperfections but for once I'm admitting to it. I know what He wants for me, and I'm starting to know what I want for myself. And it's helping me feel something again...
A lot of times in the mission field or in life in general, I find people addicted to whatever because it helps them feel something or run away from feeling something... but for once... I'm feeling it (the Spirit, God's grace?) again. Like I'm younger, cleaner, and getting better.
A few days ago one of my friends asked me if I was happy, and you know what? my life is derailed. I really have a chicken scratch of a plan, but I'm grateful. I needed that to come back to the right plan. To the one that'll bring happiness to everyone. To the plan that'll bring us all closer together. To the plan that brings eternal peace.
"So are you happy?"
I'm not sure yet, but for once I think I'm actually getting there.