I’ve been going through phases. One minute I feel like I’m the luckiest, most blessed person in the world to be going on this huge adventure solely so people know that Jesus loves them…and then the next minute my eyes are welling up with tears because people don’t understand how hard it is that I’m giving up a perfect, comfortable life to go live without a gym and peanut butter.
I’m telling you this because I need you to pray with me. I want to always feel honored that the Lord chose me and that He has a plan for me in every country I’m going to. I want to be so excited to love people I encounter that I am not hindered by missing people who love me at home. I want to enjoy not showering for days (I mean, I do that here too… but it’ll be nice to have an excuse), rice and beans, sleeping on floors and sweating like crazy because it will mean that people will be introduced to hope.
As I begin my last week in this city that I have called home for six years, say goodbye to my friends that have turned into family here, work my last day at a job that I have grown to absolutely adore and pack up everything I own and put it in a storage unit for the next year… please, please pray with me that I will choose feeling excited that God has called me and is allowing me to go. Pray that I am constantly reminded this week that all I have invested here was not in vain but rather an incredible blessing of a season of life that has prepared me for this next one that is about to happen. God has a plan and knows what He is doing…I am so thankful that I have that to lean back on.
Thank you, thank you for praying with me.
