One/Twenty-Four

This is it. The one month mark. I have exactly 23 more months to go before I fly home.

Today, I just feel like the weight of the world is on my shoulders. Don’t ask me why. I don’t know. My eyes droop as I type this. My soul is just as tired as my body.

I want to go home. I wish to see my friends again. I long to be with Justin. Although, this may sound corny to the person reading this, it isn’t for me. Especially when I’ve had the song Strawberry Kisses stuck in my head. Pitiful, isn’t it?I have 2 long years before I go home, but I cannot despair. I must push forward, into the unknown, armed with nothing but faith.

But yet… the saying ‘nothing but faith’ shouldn’t exist. If faith is all you have, isn’t that enough?

I truly understand what that one Bible writer said when he wrote that the Bible is our sword. It has become a lifeline to me, a light in this dark tunnel. I am fighting a battle within myself and the Bible is my sword. Without it, I will die on the battlefeild and never return home to the people waiting for me.

I am a young warrior, fighting the war of a lifetime.