Excited? Extremely.
Anxious? Trying my best to stay present.
Fearful? Outweighed by faith.
Curious? Ravenously.
Ready? Getting there.
Praying? Constantly.
8 weeks… AKA blink and it will be July. I'll be getting on a plane before I know it. You know, that is a little scary. Just 8 weeks until I bid farewell to life as I know it. Goodbye 24-year-old self; hello who knows? I can't even begin to imagine the person I will be at the conclusion of this trip. Will I still have the same dreams and aspirations? Will I still want to be an OT? How will my social circle change? Will I still even want to call the United States home?
While I cannot truly say I have any clear picture of what this Race and my future self are going to look like, there are a few things I do know and can count on. For every doubt, there will be faith, in sorrow, we will find joy, in fear, there will be courage, when there is heartbreak, we will find comfort, in death, there will be new life, in poverty, we will discover beauty, accomplishment will be balanced with times of humility, and in servitude, there will be love. Change will be a true constant, and I will intimately learn to relinquish control. Living in community will challenge me. Prayer is going to blow me away. Jesus will be my main squeeze.
No matter what comes my way in the next year, I've promised myself that I will keep an open mind to whatever God has planned for my life, and I really can’t wait to see what that is going to look like. Even from the very beginning, this trip has proven to bless and change me— I can only imagine what 11 months will do.
–Eyes Wide Shut–
