Last night I was doing some Yoga before bed and I had a small breakdown. I realized that I sacrificed all of my relationships, by moving 2,000+ miles alone for the hope of being truly discipled into the person I've been created to be.
6 months later, I know I've gone beyond my depths. If this isn't full sacrifice I don't know what is.
I don't know if I will have a "Life's Work" or a creation that will bring good into the world. I do know that I've sacrificed everything for the hope I will find it one day. I think this hope is a dream of a better in world in which we are apart of the solution, not the problem.
This is a season of preparation so that when I find my "Life's Work", or an idea about being apart of the solution, I will be ready. Heck, I've already given up everything for it.
Whatever this hope may be, I'm all in.
I wonder if we all should sacrifice for our mysterious hope?