The warm sunrise hits the side of the plane as we journey above Africa. With two departures, one from Beijing and the next from Hong Kong, in the past twenty-four hours we are now headed to Johannesburg where I will find myself on an eight-teen hour bus ride to Cape Town. This is my life. Constantly I am being remind that my life now consists of flying from one country to another to share a story about the love of my life.
I find myself looking out the petit window to the right to see a new land. One I have never set foot on before, but will shortly be taking many footsteps on. Walking across parts that I had only dreamt of in the past, but soon those dreams will become a reality. However, in my judgement the reality I am now living will certainly be far greater than an thought I could come up with as to how the world will look when I land.
My teams, for the month, and I have made our way to our home for the month. We are found in a hostel five minutes from the ocean one way and surrounded by mountains every other way. It is beautiful and we are so blessed.
So the month begins and my hopes are simply that the Lord moves and that His will is completed in me, in my team mates, and in all the folks we encounter.
