Where do I even begin? I feel like I’ve learned so much all ready and we’re only still at training camp. First I’ve learned that I should have brought my headlamp, ThermaRest, and more gum. Just kidding. But really. Ha.
On the real, I have enjoyed getting to know my teammates immensely, of what has come about from these first few days. Everyone has a story to share, a gift to contribute, and a voice to be heard. I’ve never felt so comfortable with my faith in this group setting and I barely know these peeps. Last night we ate what’s called “ugali” (spelling?) which was something like cornmeal and ground beef mixed with some onions and peas. And we had to use our hands to serve ourselves.
Yesterday I also ate a hot dog for the first time in probably 10 plus years. I have been taught that you shouldn’t have the option of what you eat because what is served to you is not a choice and you just eat it. I feel so liberated in that way. Most of my life I’ve been so picky, cautious, and over concerned about food and at times it has controlled me. It really has hit me hard in my heart that I just need to let go and know that God has blessed me with plenty of nourishment.
I’m over America.
