Excuse the pun, but this Pentecost has fired me up! I am so pumped to act as a disciple of Christ and introduce him to the rest of the world. When people ask me if I’m scared to go, I’m truthfully not because my excitement and trust that this is where Christ wants me to be trumps any fear or doubt about this nine month journey.
The speed in which I signed up and committed to this trip was frightening and freaked most my friends out. People thought I was making an impulsive decision when I told them I was going on the race THE DAY I got in. But that’s how sure I was and still am even as the honeymoon stage has past and I’m faced with the reality that I may LITERALLY poop my pants. So which is scarier, going to a place where it’s a little riskier or going to a place where God doesn’t want me?
My advice follow the Holy Spirit
