Honestly, on days like this I wonder. Wouldn't a cozy little cabin tucked in the mountains of Oregon, a nice mountain bike and a jogging stroller leaning up against the side of the shed and coffee shop and a few good friends just down the hill be "the life?" It used to be.
But then I remember, "My life is not my own. I was bought at a price."
"Real life" now. A small three bedroom house and soon to be 10 children. A septic system that frequently overflows right outside my bathroom window. A pantry that rarely contains more than a couple cans of tomato sauce and a few tins of oatmeal (thought we NEVER go hungry). And soon we will move all of this with us to be poured out for the sake of His love, His hope and His redemption to the people of a once war torn, forgotten corner of North East Uganda, both un-reached and untouched by the salvation that is freely available to them in Jesus Christ. I wouldn't change it for the world.