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I feel a little strange each time I'm asked about the 'sacrifices I've made' by wanting to become a full-time ministry worker. Actually, I do not just want to be one; I'm called to be one so that makes a bit of a difference. And frankly speaking, I've never really thought about what I've sacrificed or left behind, simply because I... Never did. I've only moved on. The experiences I've had are staying with me whether I like it or not—and I'm pretty sure that they were, are and will be pretty useful in whatever I'd be doing in future. I cannot deny, though, that there is a twinge of pity (that disappears as quickly as it surfaces) whenever I see nice cars and houses and think to myself that such luxuries may elude me forever—it'd be awesome to travel around with my loved ones at whim or build myself a really nice patio where I can quietly read and pray—but right now I'm extremely content with a simple roof over my head, even if I but earn enough to live from day-to-day. It is in this that I find joy every day, literally seeing how God's mercies are new every morning, how His grace is always, always more than sufficient for me, how He is the faithful Jehovah Jireh... I'm more than blessed.

It is because I have little, therefore I receive much. :)