what an honor 

what an honor to suffer for the name of Jesus 

what an honor to have everything you own always smell like mildew 

what an honor to have your patience tested 

what an honor to be constantly uncomfortable 

what an honor to get a head of lice

what an honor to eat the same exact meal over and over

what an honor to lay at night sore and tired 

what an honor to give up a year at college in a cozy dorm

what an honor to live in a tiny tent

what an honor to feel dirty all the time

what an honor to have the yuckiest bugs crawling on your bed and leaving bites all over you

what an honor to leave the comfort of consistent showers

what an honor to trade your bed for the ground 

what an honor to push through spiritual warfare

what an honor to miss home 

what an honor to leave all forms of comfortability (emotional, physical, spiritual)

what an honor to drink lukewarm coffee every morning

what an honor to constantly feel dirty

what an honor to be broken apart from the old you 

what an honor to miss your dog 

what an honor to battle lies of not feeling accepted

what an honor to battle lies of feeling that what your doing is pointless

what an honor to go through doubt 

what an honor to grow through hard things

what an honor to be scared of messing up 

what an honor to go to bed dirty

what an honor to go through sicknesses 

what an honor to be stripped of yourself 

what an honor to fly across the ocean thousands of miles from home

what an honor to do manual labor

what an honor to go through culture shock

what an honor to have a broken heart for a hurting world

what an honor to be humbled 

what an honor

“And they left the presence of the temple rejoicing that they were counted worthy to suffer dishonor for the name. And every day, in the temple and from house to house, they never ceased teaching and preaching that the Christ is Jesus.” Acts 5:41-42

I asked my squadmates what their most uncomfortable form of suffering in these next 9 months would be. 

It is an absolute honor to suffer for the name of Jesus. When I have the heart posture of the apostles, joy comes naturally. 

Thank you for reading! Lots of love from my new Georgia home