In July, I’m going to fly across the world, to India. And then, after 30 days, I’m going to Nepal. 30 more days and then Cambodia. Then Thailand, Malaysia, Botswana, Swaziland, South Africa, Dominican Republic, Haiti and finally Jamaica. I won’t be home until 11 months later. That’s a long time. I’m going to, with a team, join a ministry in each place. We’re going to share about Jesus and do what we can there, and live life. I think. I don’t really know what will happen or even what’s supposed to.
Honestly, I’m not ready. I’ve only just decided and it already feels like a million things could go wrong. It means leaving everything here. It means life goes on without me for 11 months, when I’m doing life somewhere else, completely differently. I don’t even feel like I’ve got the pieces figured out yet. I’m kind of waiting for someone to tell me, never mind, this isn’t happening. We just gave you a blog and made you write for no reason.
But it is real. And I’m excited. Sometimes it feels like the excitement is deep down, hidden by fear, but I am excited. I’m excited to learn outside of the classroom and the work place. I’m excited to see God work. I’m excited to see the world, see the glory of our God in new ways. I’m excited to learn and to love and to teach and to be loved. Most of all, I’m excited to see God change me. I know I can’t do this on my own. None of it, not even the first step.
Here it goes anyways. Welcome to my blog and to (some of) my thoughts and to everything I haven’t quite figured out. I’m going to need friends, old and new, with me along the way, whether the season is scary, unknown or something I think I know.
