I’ve been waiting and waiting and waiting to get here. Since I was 12 years old I’ve been dreaming and scheming to get to Asia.
And I have finally arrived.
I sit here on the floor in the Hong Kong airport, waiting as my squad mates exchange money and visit clean bathrooms, and I daydream about what this month is going to be.
Month 10.
Friendship Evangelism with college students.
Asia.
There are not enough words to express how my heart feels, so I’m just throwing up as much as I can onto this computer, hoping I can transmit the feeling, the energy, the emotion that comes when a dream becomes reality.
The mountains surrounding the Hong Kong harbor greeted us as we approached our landing.
The harbor itself, full of barges and small ships… so much bluer than you think it should be.
The thrill of a billion people walking around one tiny space.
Like I said, not enough words.
But here I am and here we go, and I am thrilled and nervous and excited and hopeful and expectant and anticipatory about how God is going to show up in this very real, very tangible dream.
Here’s to Month 10 and my 16-year-old fantasy!
