After a heated conversation with Tracy from Western Union ensued while trying to shove my bag in the overhead bin on Aer Lingus flight 104 I finally took a seat in 24 C. Hanging up the phone, rather being disconnected, meant all the loose ends had been tied up.
Six tiring hours later I’m alive and kicking, I think, in the Dublin airport. K Squad is here nice and cozy but looking a bit zombie like waiting for J squad to join us. Soon we will take a bus to meet our team leaders to our campsite and begin a week of training. In true World Race style, we’ve hit the ground running.
I expect to wake up and find I’m only dreaming. I considered slapping myself a few times to double check, but decided that might not be the best defense for my sanity at the moment.
This has all become tangible. I have left America. Left the familiar. The journey has begun. I don’t think it will become real to me for a while. Maybe the first time I get homesick. For now, I’m resting in God’s hands. He’s in complete control and I’m at peace knowing He has the details of this week, month, and year already mapped out. I’m so blessed to have been given this incredible opportunity.
So, for now some prayer for rest as I’m still recovering from the flu would be much appreciated as well as some prayer for the two squads as we prepare to begin our year of ministry. Miss you all already!
