The Battle

To travel with a group of 13 girls and 4 boys is basically like paying 10 grand to commit suicide with much more drama then just an overdose. You could tell by day four that the ware and tare of everyone's soles of their feet and patience were becoming thin with each passing step or museum exhibit. I was losing it, fast. It was like if I saw another painting or exhibit on roman sculptures, I was going to scream. There was an information overload and people crisis just waiting around the corner.
After two days of visiting beautiful sites scattered across London, the next two days were completely and strictly walking through buildings, looking at things way deep from the past whether it was from across the globe or from england itself. We ended up going to the british library and museum, and the national gallery. To be fair, I did get to see exciting things such as the rosetta stone, real mummies, pablo picasso's sketch art, beautiful paintings from as early as 1200, the oldest bible, the magna carta, and even the olympic gold medals for this year. Unfortunately, it was like I had become numb to what was surrounding me. I couldn't focus anymore. I even got lost twice and once in the national gallery and british museum. All I could focus on though was the mass hoards of people from other parts of europe constantly in my way, being more ugly in there mannerisms then the "ugly americans" americans are so plagued with. Anywhere I went, I couldn't find peace and frustration was building up in my bones like a pressure cooker. I was just so done with everything and everyone.

I learned a valuable lesson even while typing this blog actually, changing the whole coarse of this post.I had intended to just complain about the uninteresting places I visited...instead I like this:  This is it: Everyone is fighting a hard battle. I know you've heard this before and so have I. It never really clicked till now. Three different times today alone, I've gotten to converse with three different people, where I got to learn a piece of their life on something they are going through or constantly dealing with that I never knew. And here is my thought: here I am, constantly thinking about my problems, my issues, and my concerns when in reality, my problems are nothing compared to what some people are secretly holding in either about the trip or something at home everyday. Things are frustrating and especially with travel, its hard to control your life where it is now and where it is was. That balance is difficult and can effect your perception on travel.
"My feet travel onward, but my heart is somewhere else."

*Please pray for the people of this trip in hopes we all look to God for strength, patience, and wisdom*