To those who live outside of my life, it probably looks like I’m doing absolutely nothing to prepare for this mission trip.
You can’t see the emails I’ve sent to myself from one device to another. The support letter drafts I’ve drifted away from life to write. The prayers. The stamps stuffed in my backpack that I can’t wait to put on envelopes. The lists of family and friends. The back and forth in my brain about who I should even ask for support. The preservation of old stamps. The box of empty envelopes under my bed. The video announcement drafts that date back to October. The crash course in Christianity I feel like I’m going through. The depletion of my patience for it all, yet constant renewal every day.
You do get to see a blog post every so often. Proof that I haven’t gotten overwhelmed or quit.
This is quite a process. To say I’m totally convinced every moment of every day that this is happening, would be a lie. But to say this is a waste of time, would also be a lie.
To the supporters I haven’t reached out to yet: I may be overthinking some things and doing more work than I have to, but I’m not doing nothing.
