26 days.
Can we just pause and focus on that for a minute?
In 26 days, I will be on a plane to Miami where I will reunite with the Dub and head out to Ecuador (everyone else thinks it’s Peru, but I have the plane ticket to prove that it’s noooottt! Hello, my name is Allison and I’m a Canadian citizen).
I am leaving for Ecuador in 26 days and I won’t be coming back for a year.
Insanity.
That’s what that is.
And that’s what my life has become.
The never-ending to do list looms largely in my path. It seems like the days are not long enough, my pay cheques no longer go far enough. There are so many things to do and I only have 26 days to do them. So many people to see, so many things to buy, so many hugs to give my Momma. So many appointments to make, so many coffee dates, so many hours spent stressing over my finances and how, unless God does some kind of multiplying, there is no way I’ll be able to leave with any kind of personal money.
In short, I am exhausted.
Physically. Emotionally. Spiritually.
Just done. Spent. Finished.
….
I know what you are thinking.
Shouldn’t I be super excited and therefore happy to do all the mundane paper work/last minute detail stuff because it has gotten down to the nitty gritty, so to speak?
Why, yes.
I should be excited. I should be happy to do all those stupid errands that make me lose sleep. But I’m not. Sue me.
Don’t get me wrong, I am more stoked than a camp fire to be leaving so soon. I can.not.wait to finally make that step onto the plane that signify the end of my life as I know it.
But right now, I just feel overwhelmed.
I feel like there is just too many things to do and it’s unfair that just because I’m Canadian, there is a million things I need to work out before I can even enter the US. I just want to curl up in my insanely comfortable bed and cry my eyes out until my Papa makes it all better. (Hello, my name is Allison and I am five years old).
I think it’s quite humorous how, while I was at training camp, I had so much joy and I knew I was right where I was supposed to be; living among 57 others who were just as radical as I. I experienced so much freedom and genuine love there. It was an amazing experience.
However, I couldn’t have anticipated how much I would miss those 57 radicals. Nor how hard it would be to come home and have that all too familiar ache to leave and yet, at the same time, ache to be here with my family.
They tell you that training camp is hard. That it will stretch you and exhaust you. They do not tell you that coming home is even harder.
So now that I have written you a novel of the more depressing variety, I would like to just say that God is so ballin, and I can’t wait to go on this crazy adventure with Him, and with you! I am so thankful to all of you who have supported me with finances and with prayers. Your words of encouragement have gotten me through some pretty rough patches during this preparation period. So, I am asking for you guys to come through one more time for me, pretty please?
I need some words of encouragement and some love. The starting line for the race is within view, and I need strength to get there. I can’t get there without you, or without Him. My love language is words of affirmation, so please tell me if you have an encouraging word on your heart for me! Also, I am still $5,000 away from being fully funded and I am believing for that money to come in before July 11th! If you would like to partner with me, click on the Support My Ministry tab on the left! Love you guys so so much.
26 days.
Let’s get’er done, ya’ll.
(I really am Canadian. I promise.)
