How do people live without it? If I find myself losing sight of it, I start to kick and scream like a little kid whose favorite stuffed animal has been taken away to be thrown in the washing machine.
I'm sitting at work ... it's my lunch hour ... and I find myself looking at the clock, wishing it were closer to 5. That's how I spend my days ... wishing they were over. What kind of life is that?
My father would say that it's because I don't want to work ... how do you explain passion to someone who is okay to live without it. I'm not one of those people ... I can't see myself working "just to put food on the table."
If I could find a career where I'd get paid for helping people (that didn't involve blood or the legal system), I might be tempted to ask to be released from missions. But, given the fact that I get to fulfill my passion, travel, experience other ways of life and cultures, AND have God be at the center of it all - why would I do a thing like that?
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