There are some groups of people that subscribe to the notion of the ‘suffering missionary’. You know, the idea that being called overseas as a missionary is a death to your former life of joy and pleasure and a birthing of a life of misery and woe. This ideology is held by missionaries and laymen alike.
I think the thought pattern is all somehow tangled up in support raising: If you’re not suffering, then you’re not being used for the purposes of the gospel.. and so you can’t get any money and then you can’t eat… so now you are suffering…and so on…and so forth…
Maybe I’m wrong. Regardless. It should be no surprise, I do not subscribe to this notion.
But today, I am writing to tell you all that I am SUFFERING.
I have this increasingly intolerable struggle with microscopic red ants.
The freaking things have decided that their new favorite place to live is inside my towel. So this evening, after an impromptu and uncharacteristic evening shower, I wrapped my vulnerable, wet body into my nice, dry towel and was immediately molested by thousands of the little suckers.
They just go right for it. I literally just picked 15 of their itty bitty bodies off of my body and am now full of red itchy welts.
WHAT’S MORE is, as I was transcribing this blog in my head and lathering myself with anti-inflammatory/anti-itch cream, I felt a tickle on my foot… I look down there was a HUGE freaking COCKROACH on it. To which I reacted to by smashing its body several times with my journal. I didn’t even scream. This has become common place.
The struggle is real.
In conclusion, I am suffering, so please send me all of your money.