Two A.M. in the morning on the night before I leave for training and I’m still up. “D Day” has come! I’m freaking out a bit here, and I’m fully ready to be through with saying goodbyes. Reality has sunk in—I will not be seeing you all for eleven months. Up until today I was okay. Now that I am leaving in roughly seven hours I’m starting to panic. Did I pack everything? Now that I’ve [hopefully] packed everything, will I even be able to carry my pack? If I can carry my pack, is it within the weight limits? If it is not, what on earth will I do about it once I’m at the airport? These are the ridiculous questions going through my head. Yet, through it all–though the enemy tries desperately to rob me of my joy—I can hear God’s voice whispering to me, “Be still and know that I am God. I have brought you this far, and I will be with you through it all. Find peace in me.”
I have appreciated your prayers immensely! I know I have an army of friends and family encouraging me through this amazing journey. I know that you will be with me in spirit, and I am so thankful for each and every one of you. Please say an extra little prayer for me as I board the plane at nine A.M. Thursday morning on my way to Georgia. We leave for Thailand nine days later. There is intense spiritual training to come in the next week and a half, and I need to continue to ready myself for whatever Christ has in store for us. Thank you again!
Last wedding for at least a year:
