The Call of a life time

You know you don't know how much you miss home until you are gone from it for over 6 months. About 7ish months ago, on August 22, 2016, I left home. Only to return on August 28, 2018. 2 years seems like a long time. But now that it is April, I have realized that it really isn't. As a missionary, I have been spit at, almost ran over my a car 3 times. I've been high. I've been low.  Every second of every day is dedicated to the service of the Lord. And I really love it. There was a time of my life, where I really didn't know where life was taking me. I was a young teenager, just being crazy. I kinda had a friend group and then I would loose it. My life has totally been a blessing. I have seen the good and I have seen the bad. Here in Kenya, the people are poor. Living in a 1st world place and coming to a 3 world, it is a change. But I have learned to love every second of it. So just know that one call to serve can change your entire life.