Im sooo alive in Jesus

away from tv. away from air conditioning. away from money. having the water shut off for a week at times. living on the top bunk of bunk beds in a tiny room with 4 other guys. sleeping in a sleeping bag. going weeks without a shower. sleeping under a mosquito net. living without windows. being followed down the street by a man with a knife with a plan on robbing or possibly killing me. living across the street from the most beautiful beach ive ever seen. eating rice and beans nearly every day for nearly every meal with orphans, widows, and the disabled. to eat on the floor with them. to be covered in dirt. getting torn up by thorns you pass by while driving 2.5hrs down a bumpy dirt "road" on a full moon to tell people about Jesus with your friends...and to feel like you would rather be no where else in the world at that time. having the power shut off regularly in the city and being able to see every star Jesus made at night. and all to hear the voice of Jesus clearer and to be closer.

i have never felt more alive.

it's hard being back here in my luxuries. i'm thankful for all the Lord has given me...but its hard. i'm thankful for the safety we have here...but i feel there is an adventure i was made for.