Two weeks

For 2 months.

Two months devoted to dependency in Christ alone. 

Two months devoted to diving deep into disciplines of prayer and scripture memory.

Two months of working in a school in the slums of earthquake shaken Kathmandu.

Two months of school plant preparation and beginning steps of planting another school.

Two months of seeking the joy God places all around me.

Two months of living simply.

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t hesitant in hopping on a plane on February 1st. There are a lot of fears running through my mind, and most of them are rooted in not trusting God to have my best interest in mind and seeking comfort and joy from earthly things other than kingdom things.

My heart knows this is the right thing to do and that God will take care of me.

My mind is on a constant scroll of everything that could go wrong and how I can control it.

And my body doesn’t know what to do about it. 

And my spirit is flopping around like a hackey sack. 

But I’m going.

I’m going to be okay.

I’m going to be taken care of.

I’m going to learn about implementing my dreams.

I’m going to grow in trust and dependency in Christ alone.

And I’m going to find that joy of the Lord and hold tight to it. 

In two weeks I hop on and off a plane not alone, but with the God of the Universe, the prince of peace, the great author of life, and my best friend. 

Let the good times roll.