It hit me, it really hit me.
It’s two in the morning and I’m wide awake. I’m tossing and turning with anticipation of what’s yet to come. I’m antsy. I’m excited. I’m scared for the unknown.
I stare at the ceiling thinking about how it’s Monday.
A year ago Monday’s meant the beginning of a long, dreadful school week and a day full of kids’ sighs and complaints about how “it’s only Monday”. Now, Monday is the beginning of my last week at home. My last week of eating at my favorite restaurant, or watching a silly reality show with my family, or driving my car.
Most importantly, it’s the day I prepare myself for Friday. A year ago, Friday’s were full of football games and hanging out at the high school hot spot, Whataburger, or as most Texans pronounce it “Waterburger”. Fast forward a year and now Friday’s mean sacrifice. The day I leave for launch and leave behind my home of eighteen years, family, friends, comfort and the known.
Come next Monday, everything I’ve been imagining about for over a year now will finally become my reality. I’ll say my goodbyes and then hop on a seventeen hour plane ride headed to India. I don’t know what to expect and for awhile the idea of not knowing filled me with fear. I turned to God and asked him to take this negative feeling away and a verse came to mind. John 14:27 says, “Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid”. God has called me to do this, and He will be there every step of the way, taking away any feelings of uncertainty and fear. This is my purpose. This is now my life. And I’m ready.
Please pray for my squad and for me, for safe travels and walking into the unknown.
