I don't have a whole lot of spoken words, but my passion to be with a third world cultural group (if you will) just keeps growing and growing. DISplace ME was barely even a glimpse of what it would look like to live in a displacement camp or even a third world country... It's SOOO uncomfortable, but what is comfort to me? I'm really asking myself. I've GOT to pray through such things with sincerity. What does it mean to me? Am I wishing to save my life?
"For whoever wishes to save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for my sake will save it." Matthew 16:25
I'm in a lie if all I am seeking is physical comfort... Aren't I? Thoughts?
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