Weight of the Journey

I'm feeling the weight of life right now - my desire to be in Ethiopia, my desire make wrong things right in the inner city neighborhood where I work, and the heaviness of a few relationships in my life. God is teaching me so many things, one of which being obedience comes with a price tag. They are things I'd rather not be walking through, but I know it's part of the refining fire. Remembering that His ways are better than my ways is so much easier said than done. I'm realizing that there is a huge difference between knowing truth and believing truth, and there are so many times where I feel like I know it more so than I believe it. As I have conversations with close friends about some of these things, I'm slightly comforted by the realization that I'm not alone in all of this. We are mere humans - broken humans - and everyone goes through bumps on their journeys. We weren't promised an easy road, just a Guide to help us find the way. I'm thankful, but can't help but believe I'll be even more thankful on the back end of this particular stretch.