Well, reality has finally set in that I'm here for a year. I'm the kind of person where I don't realize things are a reality until it hits me all at once. We are into the second week of school with the boys and everything is in full swing, to be honest I love every second of this crazy life. For those of you who don't know, here is an idea of what my day consists of. I wake up every morning around 5:30 am, at 6:00 am I go downstairs and make sure that 30 kids are up and running, taking showers, brushing teeth, etc. Everyone comes downstairs at around 7:00 am and breakfast takes place. Then around 7:20 am, they all leave for school. After they leave we either do laundry or clean, but most of the time I go back to bed until 10. At 10:00 am I come downstairs work in the office until 11:00 am or start preparing things for the day. Then a parade of 30 boys comes marching into the orphanage around 11:30 am. Well marching is a nicer choice of words, it’s normally screaming at the top of their lungs and running around like maniacs with their uniforms already half off. After they come home, I run around grabbing uniform shirts, pants, belts, socks, and shoes, to put away and wash. Then, we proceed to dress all the little ones in their play clothes and head downstairs for lunch. Lunch is at around 12:00 pm, which at this point is when the day starts to slow down a little bit. After lunch we have about an hour to rest, then we start their homework. When all the homework is done, which is normally at about 3:00, we have a devotion or do arts and crafts. After 3:00, the boys tend to do their own thing until about 7:30 which is dinner. After dinner, we take 30 boys upstairs, make sure they are showering, brushing teeth, and starting to get in bed. This normally means I have to wrestle with around 6 little boys just to get them to lay still. Lights are out at 9:30 - 10:00 pm. Normally around this time I walk myself up stairs lay in bed and laugh. I don't laugh because I think my day was funny, I laugh because without God's strength, I would not be able to get through my day. Caring for 30 children and making sure they all have what they need is a lot of work, but I do all of this with immense joy in my heart. The passion I have for these kids is something I know only God can give me. I lay in my bed and laugh at night because these kids are my world. I’m happy to sacrifice myself and my time for them, because they have nothing and I have everything. It's funny because all of the times I gave you in my schedule are a rough estimate because in reality nothing is on time here, and nothing goes smoothly, ever. But you know what? That’s okay. Because God brought me here for a reason, and I am now fully starting to understand that reason, to give all I have and all my love to His children. Yesterday, we received a new boy, so now we have 30. The number of children we have here continues to grow every day, and my heart could not be happier because I know that God has sent His children here and entrusted us to care for them, and there is no greater joy then knowing that. I am not going to sit here writing this blog post and say I'm not tired and burnt out. Because I can barely get out of bed sometimes and most days I feel so broken the only thing I can really do is draw near to God. But that’s all part of living on mission, and I wouldn’t trade my new life for anything in this world. I ask that you continue to keep me in your prayers and your thoughts as I live on mission for Christ.