“Just get on the plane.”
These were the words that echoed through my head everyday at launch, the words I told myself whenever the enemy would attack and tell me to go back home to comfort… “Just get on the plane, Ashlie.”
But those 4 days in Atlanta before ever setting foot in the airport were filled with doubt, fear, loneliness, and confusion. This was the trip I had been looking forward to for almost a year but all I could do was sit in session and cry. I didn’t feel like I belonged there, I wanted to go back to where everything was comfortable.
The days dragged by one slow session at a time, I never thought that I would get to Sunday afternoon and that we would be stuck in Atlanta for the rest of time. Everyday I woke up and chose to just get through the day so I could get to the plane on Sunday. It wasn’t easy; it was a struggle everyday to not go running out the door back to South Carolina while it was still a logical option.
However, Sunday finally came. As we sat in the terminal and waited for our flight, I started to tear up. I was leaving. This was real. The world race was no longer just a dream that God had given me but it was becoming my reality. It was time to go and it was time to start this amazing journey.
And here I am, in Thailand so glad that I just got on the plane.
