This is a short post and kind of emotion vomit.
But I am in a weird place right now.
I am feeling sick and stuff and not completely well enough to be sure about anything. I want to get a job, I want to go back to school, but I am in pain a lot. And I’m exhausted.
But then this part of me is like starting to think about the mission a lot again. It was like… I had some time to feel relaxed and good about being home… good about my decisions and such.
And I still do! I know that it was the time to come home and I know I did right by HF by choosing to come home.
But I’m starting to think that maybe the Lord still needs me as a missionary..??
I am just having this little annoying thought that’s kind of itching at me. I don’t know anything right now.
What I do know is that sitting here doing NOTHING is not my favorite thing. And I do know that thinking about the mission makes me so sad. I went out with some Spanish sisters and almost cried in the lesson. I really miss it, I miss it all.
Looks like some prayer and fasting are in the works…