choosing.

Thank you person who sent this to Post Secret.

I continuously wonder why I'm in a place like this. Mongolia is not exactly where I saw myself ever living.

But, I think at some point, you just choose to be content. A point where you choose joy.No, I do not enjoy living in negative degrees but I enjoy getting to know my brothers and sisters.

Otherwise, I would have never gotten to go to church in a tent (ger) every single week.

I would never have come to know an obscure language.

I would have never known that words like Hallelujah, Hosanna, and Amen are the same in Mongolian and English.

I would have never been so convinced that my vocation simply is belonging to Jesus,

whatever that looks like

and

wherever that is.

I would have never been able to teach Kindergartners how to tickle or play the funny face game.

There are days when the wind is so strong by the lumber yard that saw dust filled my eyes and I wonder how I got here.

But, then I go "skiing" with the youth at Bogd Khaan mountain.

[By skiing they meant sledding.]

And I see this...

And I realize--I know--that even though I don't understand why I'm here, I'm glad that I am.

I have chosen joy.