I'm sitting on my bunk bed in Phuket, Thailand at the moment. I flew in about 14 hours ago and I'm still processing the fact that I am here. In Thailand. In what is often referred to as the sex capital of the world.
I found out I would be coming here on Tuesday, got my visa on Thursday and boarded my first flight on Friday. I'm taking over as the leader for one of Adventure's college trips for the month of November and first two weeks of December. And to be honest, my emotions are all over the board.
I'm humbled by the opportunity to love and serve these participants.
I'm excited to be a part of the growth that's going to happen.
I'm nervous about their expectations and my inability to meet them.
I'm lonely just thinking about five weeks without Billy by my side.
I'm anxious to get into the red light district and start offering true hope.
I'm feeling lost as to what this time is supposed to look like.
And all the while I keep asking myself if this is real, if I'm actually in Thailand. And not so surprisingly, the answer continues to be a resounding yes. And as this reality sinks in, my obvious need for the Holy Spirit stands out clearly.
It's nauseating how often I forget that I cannot do this life on my own. But today, I am fully reminded that I cannot. These women deserve more than my strength or words. In fact they need more. And so, I write this today with the plea that you would join me in asking God to grab a hold of my little life and do something great with it.
