When Skies Are Grey
In two days, I’m going to Zambia, Africa for a month.
In two days, I’m going to Zambia.
In two days, I’m going to Zambia.
I don’t know how long it’s going to take for that to soak in. It’s going to be a mighty wild ride. I don’t even understand what our adventure will really entail. It’s a month of service, a month of work. A month of building a family with people I may never see again. A month of building something that’ll last. A month… A month of my life. It seems like it’ll be so short. A month away from the people I love.
In two days, I’m going to Zambia.
Where did the time go?
This past fundraising condition, I fought to stand up every day, and commit to my personal growth. Just a few hours ago, I gave a testimony on what the condition was for me. In part, that was a lie. *shrugs* Oh, well. They’ll never know. They just think I’m happy now. And, I am.
I’m happy.
YOU make me happy.
