I’m frustrated.
I don’t know how to say it any other way.
I’m learning a lot about myself being here in the Philippines. I think that’s why I’m here actually (besides the obvious reasons of course). I’m having to admit to myself two things that I never wanted to openly admit before: I’m a visionary and I’m a very radical person.
I’m realizing out here that I have this gift. This remarkable, but frustrating gift that God’s given me. I dream. I see things differently than most people. I have vision. God’s vision.
There’s only two words...