I am overwhelmed by the maker of the Heavens and Earth. I am overwhelmed by the galaxies he holds in the palm of his hand. When I walk along the path of his feet, trailing behind him on heaven’s golden floor, I’m going to thank him for all he has made. He is good, he is good to me. More than imaginable, he spares me from the worst, and treats me to the best. When I hide under the shadow of his wings, I recognize the outside. How much worse I could have it, pierces me in the eyes. This journey ahead has its trials. Fundraising is a trial, trusting the Lord is a trial, facing every day with positivity is a trial, but the Lord plans his beautiful journeys of faith through the trials of life. I encountered the Lord, and he held out his hands, asking me to join him on this leap of faith. I am picking up my life here in America, for nine months, and becoming an alien in a foreign land. The joy that comes with saying that sentence is building each time it becomes more real. The anxiety is rising as time falls. Being anxious about what the Lord has planned is wrong because that shows my lack of trust in Him. Each time I get anxious about this, I try to shake it off, because I know the creator of the universe. He holds my life in his hands. There is no reason he would leave me, because he is the one sending me. I am overjoyed for this breath of fresh air, journey into the unknown, and the fellowship with other believers. I am not doing this alone. The Lord is sending me, as well as holding my right hand, telling me not to be afraid because He is with me. The galaxies will praise his name, the mountains will sing of his glory. I cannot wait for the day when all of creation sings that Jesus Christ is Lord. I am sent to spread that word to the ends of this beautiful Earth.
