I have dreaded writing this for so long. The rest of my squad mates have been blogging about this trip since the womb or so, engaging their friends and family with the highs and lows of this process.
(Sorry friends and family.)
Not I. I hate this part.
Fundraising.
There I said it. I feel like I'm writing this blog as a resume. (Where's that e button?) I feel like I'm straining my neck to lock eyes with you through the crowd. "Pssssst! Pick me! Invest in me!" It's one of those shout whispers. But let's just take all of the pressure off the table and since we're gathered here we might as well enjoy the whole thing. I promise, no weird eye tricks. Let's just get excited about what God is doing in my life and yours and let's hold hands through this internet and squeeze each other in excitement.
He's making himself real to you and me, prompting us to do the craziest of things for his Kingdom and if that's the truth then neither you nor I have any worries whatsoever. This trip costs money. Oh big baby, does it ever. But God's the banker is he not? Is he not the one spinning the earth as I write this, capable of creating galaxies and within those galaxies, mountain ranges and how about a coral reef,
and even a heart like mine…
beating in time with selfishness in mind,
but every so often I am inclined
to shine.
And I feel called to be on this trip. I'm not sure why but I got emotional immediately upon finding this site, wondering where it has been all of my life! And if God should have me go then he's going to provide a way. The deadlines (let's call them Egyptians) are coming in quick and I'm at the edge of the Red Sea, about to dip my toes in. And just when it seems like God's not going to show up, that he dragged me out here to get slaughtered, he parts the sea and bids me to walk through it.
And the only reason that the Israelites didn't make it into the Promised Land the first time around was because they didn't have (drumroll please)
faith.
