12 days.
I am under the two week mark. For some strange reason, I still cannot wrap my head around the fact that I will be on a plane to Quito, Ecuador in less than two weeks. It seems like a dream. It is totally surreal to be standing this close to the edge, readying myself for the plunge I am about to take. I guess it’s sort of hit me that when I step onto that plane, I won’t be coming back to this life that I have. Not that that is an entirely bad thing, I crave change, but it is bittersweet for sure.
I have had many people ask me if I am excited for my “trip”, and honestly, I am. More than I know how to express. But I have noticed how many people fail to realize the amount of sacrifice this journey entails. I mean, sure, I am lucky enough to travel around the world in a year. But I am also becoming homeless for a year. I am giving up my bed and sleeping on the ground in a tent for a year. I am giving up my family and friends and all those I hold dear for a year. I am carrying everything I own on my back for a year. I am giving up my freedom to do what I want and eat what I want for a year. I am giving up my right to my opinion in order to honor everyone else above me for a year. I am giving up my right to alone time for an entire year. I am giving up my all of my comfort for an entire year. I am going to be sweaty and dirty and exhausted for an entire year. I am missing some of my best friends getting married, I’m missing babies being born, I am leaving my sweet little boy for an entire.year. and I can’t even describe how much that shatters my heart. I cry uncontrollably every time I think about the fact that I only have a week left with him.
I am giving up my entire life for.a.year. (Do you get it now?).
Now that you know that, you must be thinking that I am crazy. Why on earth would I volunteer for a trip that not only empties my wallet, but obliterates my comfort zone and tears me away from those that I love?
Honestly,
It’s because I believe in something bigger than myself. I believe that orphan dying of AIDS is worth it. I believe that man hopelessly living and working in a dump is worth it. I believe that prostitute who thinks she has no way out is so worth. it.
Don’t you?
Don’t you think they are worth my discomfort? Are they worth YOUR discomfort? If not, that’s fine. Feel free to stop reading at any point. But for those of you who desire to see something more of this world. For those of you who wait in expectation for the day that every orphan is wrapped up in mamas arms. The day that every woman can walk with dignity – free from the shame of being sexually exploited. The day that every injustice comes to an end and grace flows as freely through the streets as all the of the clean water flows from wells in Africa.
For those of you whose heart burns for the very same thing mine does.
I am asking you to sew into this ministry.
I am asking you to get uncomfortable, just as I am uncomfortable asking this of you.
But they are worth it.
Right?
I have 12 days to raise just under $5,000 in order to be fully funded,
and I am looking for individuals just like you (yes, you) to partner with me with either monthly or one-time donations. If I had only 4 people commit to $100 a month and only ONE commit to $50 a month, I would be set.
If you believe in this like I do, if you want to help change the world, you can click here.
I have been blessed with the time and the opportunity to go (and really, you are too),
but even if you are not on that plane,
I am giving you the opportunity to change the world.
To be a part of something more.
Are you going to take it?
