London, 7 am body clock, 3:30 pm London time. “Whoa it’s been a long night and I feel the almost routine sense of travel disorientation. I’m sitting in the airport right now, drinking a Starbucks. I gave in to the $7.00 latte for comfort purposes. I got a regular latte not the skinny kind for the first time in months. Good stuff. Sometimes you just don’t feel like messing around.
“It does feel good to stretch my legs out. When I got off the plane I took a brain test, for entrainment purposes only, it said. It was supposed to tell how old your brain is. The best is 20 years old. Well I’m proud to announce that my brain is 80 years old. I would like to thank a lot of things for my amazing brain agility. First, Dramamine – the miracle travel drug, which didn’t make me sleep on the plane last night but at least made me not care as much that I wasn’t sleeping. Second I would like to thank two nights in a row of less then 4 hours to sleep each.”
Some where over Africa 3 or 4 am local time, 4 or 5 pm body clock. “Yesterday I posted for my team to be thinking about what their expectations of the trip are and if or how God might want them to surrender those. I realized that I need to surrender the expectations I put on my self. I want to lead well, to love people, to throw my self into ministry. But honestly the expectation of me performing needs to go out the window. If anything it’s not at all about my performance, it’s about God’s grace, it’s about God choosing to work through me….
“It’s odd to be suspended between two worlds, separated, cut off from everyone. I keep thinking I hear my cell phone, but obviously it’s out of service, switched off in my bag. It’s weird to think that I’ve been gone for a day. I keep counting back the hours wondering what everyone is up to right now. I just realized that at home my friends are finishing up Fill-a-Belly, it’s odd not to be there.”
