Honest ramblings after watching "Shooting Dogs"

I know these 8 months will be different than any others I have lived, yet they feel as though they are a taste of the life I will live. Will I even die in Africa one day? I dare say that I will never die in Africa lest I learn what is most valuable...unless I am willing to be selfless and give up all, like my Jesus did. Ah, but why would I be willing to give up all in Africa while being ok with living in "luxury" and complacency here in Canada, surrounded by piles of useless paper and things that bring me "comfort"? Jesus, I want to learn now...to give, to share, to hold everything with an open hand. It is you who has given me all things anyway; who am I to call them mine?

Take my life and let it be
Consecrated, Lord, to thee;
Take my hands and let them move
At the impulse of thy love.

Take my feet and let them be

Swift and beautiful for thee;

Take my voice and let me sing,

Always, only for my King.

Take my lips and let them be

Filled with messages from thee;

Take my silver and my gold,

Not a mite would I withhold.

Take my moments and my days,
Let them flow in endless praise;

Take my intellect and use

Every pow’r as thou shalt choose.

Take my will and make it thine,

It shall be no longer mine;

Take my heart, it is thine own,

It shall be thy royal throne.

Take my love, my Lord, I pour

At thy feet its treasure store;

Take myself and I will be

Ever, only, all for thee

Here am I.

All of me.

Take my life.

It's all for thee.

~ Take My Life and Let It Be, Frances R. Havergal (Last stanza: Chris Tomlin's rendition)

This is just my internship...but it feels like my life. And it is.