
Sometimes I think I'm no different from a 5-year old kid. (I'm not referring to size here okay!)
- I still get upset when things don't go my way.
- I'm still scared to venture into different/ new things alone.
- I still "cry" when I feel lonely and when I think people are laughing at me.
- I can't really bring myself to do things that I don't feel like doing.
- I miss my family easily. (It was never the case as a teenager tho. Wonder what changed?)
- I procrastinate the difficult things on my to-do-list for the longest time.
- I'm easily cheered-up with little thrills like kite-flying, homemade picnic lunches, friends, and pretty things.
- And my whole day consists of either hyper activeness or extreme exhaustion as and when.
So growing up scares me.
- The idea of venturing into the world of ministry in the mission field for real scares me.
- To handle a class of foreign-speaking children alone...
- To stay for more than a day in a foreign country without the company of my usual group of friends and leaders...
- To work with people whom I've never met before or who are from a different background as I am from, who have been brought up very differently from how I've been, who have different value systems and habits...
But I know I was meant for more. And I want it. And in order to get it, I have to grow. And in order to grow, I have to take the first step and just persevere through the things I'm so afraid of, the things I'm not comfortable with. I have to get out of my comfort zone, face my fears, and REALLY literally live up to my "Send me, I will go Lord!" prayer. I know it'll be so worth it. And that's the only thing that keeps me from running away any longer.
And so tomorrow,
I'm growing up.

3 comments:
Ahha... if I "cry" when I think people are laughing at me, I dun think I will have the chance to meet "smile" ever...
tomorrow?why not grow up today?haha..
SARAH!!!
because tmr (which is now today) was my first time going for a mission trip with strangers and nto even being a part of the planning or ANY briefing.
it was an interesting experience i'll tell ya. haha
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