This past week while I was driving it hit me. This time next year, I'm going to be poor. I'm going to be dirty. I'm going to get sick (because let's face it, who doesn't get sick with at least the sniffles within a year). I'm going to be exhausted. But, I can't be any more ready. And I'm not scared. I'm excited. Real excited. I'm ready to reach out, get my hands dirty, love the unloved, feed the hungry. I'm ready to enjoy the simpleness of life. The enjoyment of a smile I get from a starving child in Africa or the hug I get from an orphan in Romania and even the conversations I will have with women stuck in human trafficking. I'm ready for my heart to get broken and let God put it back together.
It's like anxiously waiting for a new book to arrive at stores. You can't wait until the day gets here. July 2012 my book will come out. My race. Will you be along to join me? Believe me, you won't want to put it down and I guarantee it will be worth your read. Will you be there on that day? I hope so.
