I have really been asking myself what the purpose of this blog is. I have places in my journal and amongst those closest to me where the highest joys and deepest heartaches are written letter by letter, and I have questioned how much of my heart to reveal here – being that I have literally given this blog link to every person I know; friends, family, the lady in the check-out line, the guy at my bank…
The tricky thing is, I want you to know the real me, but the real 'me' often is messy and the roller coaster ride is not always clean-cut and precise. But I DO want to tell you, that by following my blog, you will be coming with me on a journey, one that I hope can be a spiritual adventure for you, too, as you experience the difficulties – the triumphs – the moments of peace and discord – through this story.
And I'm confident that you're in for a good story, because this one isn't mine, friends. I could have told you my plans five years ago – to be a lovely wife, have a comfortable, stable career, be planted somewhere permanently – but my plans are not God's plans and the most beautiful thing is, with the pen in His hand, I watch in wonder as He creates something miraculous out of the unknown.
So, the pages are unfurled, the pen is in hand. The story has already begun – many years ago when God planted a heart for seeing His love go into the world. It continued to be written when He brought me to Haiti to learn a bit more the call. The words continue to reveal themselves with every gift, every letter, every Facebook message, every encouraging hug. And the story will continue as I say my final goodbyes, and board a plane in just seven days.
Please lift up a prayer for me specifically for packing. I am having a HARD time trying to figure out how to pack everything I will need for a year in this one bag. Oh Lord. Light is good – a few shirts, some shorts, and lots and lots of malaria pills. Doing my best, so I'm just going rest in that. Love you all!
