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Dear Diary,

November 16

This morning is the third in a row that I started to stir at around 5 AM. Even with a solid fight, I haven't been able to fall back asleep. Nonetheless, my first weekend in this foreign country is here, and my sadder daze are still for slams, not because the day is sad but because sadly, the day is not long enough. 


Around the time when I first woke up, on my way to the bathroom, I heard a prayer call that accompanied a dark, mysterious, and dusty morning. I wanted to stay out and finish listening to the entire call but it was more cold than I could appreciate so I came back to my room where my roommate was softly snoring and quietly climbed back into my sleeping bag. 


Over the last few days of acclimation, I’ve discovered that ketchup on my eggs still excites my tastebuds the way that it used to when I was eight, sometimes I let water in my mouth as I shower for…comfort, and I’ve missed Dr. Pepper amongst many other things, a lot.

 
November 19

Before I put this in the courier and it starts to make its way to you, I want to share something else I noticed. I’d been trying to find an impressive way to start these and couldn’t come up with anything I liked. Until today, which also marks my first full week. 


There was a team of construction workers replacing floor tiles. The new tiles were beautiful and shiny and sat off to the side as they smashed into the old foundation. Before replacement, they needed to break down and destroy what lay before, which is synonymous with what needs to be done introspectively before you can grow to the next level of life or chapter of your journey. 


Pieces of myself break away from every strike of the hardened concrete. That particular piece of the base has served its purpose. The goal is complete.  


During the breakdown and discomfort, we must remember God is a perfect construction worker, who is investing elbow grease and purpose in your next look. He has an eagle-eye view of where you’re headed next. We should remember that with completion, comes new levels. We’ve been entrusted with new, more specific goals and prior experience has culminated in mastery.


Love Always,
GI Josie

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rlhagins
25 nov

Love these! Foreign country? Wya girl, be safe <3

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