There’s been so much build up. 10 months. Senior year of college. My final basketball season. REI excursions. Shots on shots (vaccinations). Tons of gracious people who didn’t get sick of me asking for money. So much preparation, to go do what I what I was literally made to do.
I’m not scared of the bugs, or the diseases, or the living conditions, or carrying all that I will own in the world on my back for a year. I am also not scared of the impoverished or less than safe areas. I’m not even scared of leaving my loved ones behind—because they are currently under better care than any I could provide. What would really truly scare me, would be living outside of God’s will. So as I sit here people watching at my gate, I can feel my Heavenly Dad sitting next to me. Smiling. Holding my hand. Saying, “let’s go do this thing”. And let me tell you—it’s like that first breathe of air after a deep dive. Both exciting and essential.
I don’t know all that is to come. But I know there is no shortage of failure for me to experience, altogether necessary, teachable, humbling failure. But the cool thing about failure for me is that it is in that place that I do my best learning. I know next time to communicate more effectively, to be more tender, or to love people better.
MOST IMPORTANTLY. I know that there is an infinite amount of VICTORY ahead. Victory that will come from listening, from speaking Jesus, from noticing things, from creative spiritual witness. We are kingdom messengers, and from this point on no thing is certain but one. That God’s going to show up, because the Holy Spirit lives inside of us.
EVERYTHING WE NEED IS ALREADY INSIDE.
