I wrote this before launch. Internet access is a premium here so I’ll post as much as I can 😀
I write this sitting on an airplane, bound for Lancaster, PA. In under 72 hours, I’ll be on a plane heading towards Hyderabad, India. The bag is packed. Goodbyes have been said. The last things purchased. Final graduation documents for Liberty finished.
I’ve heard stories of tearful goodbyes. You won’t find any tears here. I’m too excited to worry. Confident in my identity in Him. Prepared to be Wrecked. Broken. Molded. Emptied. Changed. I recognize that this could be scary and frightening, for those who have not done what I’ve done. Who have not battled through the nights, who have not pushed beyond themselves. I’ve seen the ugliest part of myself spring forth while running down the side of the mountain in the darkness.
In all of this, I find God’s presence is strongest when I’m broken. When all hope is lost, when I can’t go another step on my own, He picks me up. I am tired of hearing without doing.
Too often, things are too commonly just talked about, and never acted out. It’s time to start walking it out.
