Today I am really content. It’s been awhile since I’ve experienced this.
I’m in India. Not many of my physical circumstances are pleasant. I don’t have many of the comforts from home and very few people understand me. But I like it here.
It’s nothing of what I imagined. Honestly, I was nervous about coming to India and the first week or two brought frustration and discomfort that I didn’t welcome with open arms.
But now something has settled in me and I’m happy. I love when the women smile at me. I love the joy and excitement of the children. I love the sense of humor and laughter of the pastors in the villages.
I potentially have the next three years of my life more planned out than the last three, but I’m hesitant to let myself go there yet. My heart and my spirit is forcing my mind to stay present and for once, it is submitting.
I want to soak up every moment, every laugh and every memory. I don’t want to miss it and I don’t want to wish it away. Before I can blink, I know that this too will have slipped through my fingers. I want to savor it.
Yes, I’m hot. I’m sweating constantly. I have my OCD moments and wash my hands almost every hour. But I don’t want to be anywhere but here.
Some things are harder than America and some things are easier. It’s harder to be comfortable, it’s easier to love. It’s harder to communicate, it’s easier to serve.
This kind of contentment surprises me because typically I’d be dreaming about the beach next month or air conditioning at home. But right now in this moment, I don’t want to be anywhere but here.