As I sit and plan I realize how over my head I probably am
right now. The tabs on firefox range from visa requirements to packing help. I
have a running list of what I will need to bring, and a pile of cloths that
might be acceptable, but probably won’t. I am half tempted to just go with my
laptop, phone, and the cloths on my back to save the hassle, but I am too used
to being over prepared for that. I look at all the medical supplies I will have
to bring, and feel a little self-conscious, so many things could go wrong. On
the other hand, it would all be worth it if God was able to use me to help
people. Ever since I was a child I have wanted to be that person God used to
hold the broken, to help the hurting, and bring joy with me wherever I go.
This opportunity is so beautiful. But still so many hurdles
to get through. As it stands I have only my “ok” to go and a passport. I don’t
have a visa, or any clue how to get one. I don’t have money, or even know where
I will be staying. But every time I get scared the adventure calls out to be
again. I don’t know why I crave adventure, it's God given I guess. I feel so many
things right now, all at the same time: Excitement, loss, joy, fear, hope,
mourning, peace, and so many nameless feelings. I trust God though, He asked me
to do this, and I am happy to give him the only thing I have, and that’s
myself. I hope people will gather around that, find strength in it, and follow
my example of extreme trust.
Merry Christmas!
