A week has passed since I arrived back in the USofA. My siblings and friends have lives that cannot be put on hold and I can't help feeling like I need a schedule, too. Schedules, in this culture, define a person's usefulness. So where does that leave me?
At first, I had excuses. My mom and older sister took me shopping so I would have more to wear than pajamas. Then I joined my mother in daily running around. It was fun and it was good to spend time with her... But there is something in this country that says, "No job, no worth. No deadlines, no good. No paycheck, no purpose."
The little voice that seemed so strong while I was in the Philippines fights to be heard. "Your worth is not in careers or cash. Look to your Heavenly Father. He's already got this." I want to listen. I'm trying. Really, I am.
