I have friends that for many months have teased me by planning my wedding. It was gonna be in Vegas. I was gonna wear cowboy boots and they were going to play Don't Stop Believing at the reception. They weren't overly concerned about the groom saying that we could find one on the way. Funny thing is that since I've started talking about this trip, they have ceased planning my wedding and started planning my memorial saying that they'll never find my body.
I find that the majority of my friends simply don't understand why I am going. Oh, they get adventure. They understand that I'm always looking for the next big thing. But living out of a backpack for a year with no money and no things trying to help people. That they don't get.
But that's not how I see it.
I see it as simplicity for the sake of change.
I see it as service to God of the universe.
I see it as a year to be broken and built back up by the one who heals all wounds.
I see it as a year when there are no barriers because God overcomes all things.
I see it as the way for God to shape and form me.
I see it as a time when God will work in the nations despite my poor attempt to be helpful to him.
I see it as opportunity.
I see it as adventure.
I see it as what God has asked of me.
And for that reason alone, I will go.
I have been called.
I have been given a burden in my heart too great to ignore.
