I’m in New Zealand!! I can’t even begin to describe all of the emotions that statement makes me feel. Did I really just give up all the wonderful comforts of home to spend 11 months traveling around the world and telling people how much Jesus loves them? The smell of vegimite on my breath and the peculiar sight of watching everyone drive on the wrong side of the road seems to suggests just that but somehow I don’t think the magnitude of my first step on this journey has really started to set in. Have I really come to a point in my life where I’m ready to give up the things I want for the things that God wants? Only time will tell I suppose but as I sit here beneath a tree in a town who’s name I can’t even begin to pronounce and look up at some of New Zealand’s beautiful country side it seems that ready or not my journey has begun.
