I have been asked quite frequently, especially in the past 2 weeks, about how I feel in regards to leaving the country for the rest of the year. This question is then usually followed by tales of hypothetical woe.
“I would be freaked out right now if I was going to be leaving so soon.”
“I’m so glad you’re going instead of me. I wouldn’t be able to handle it.”
“Aren’t you nervous?” (Anxious/scared/uneasy/etc.)
My response, much to their surprise as much as my own, is no. I am not anxious, nervous, or scared. I know that I should be but I’m not. I have never felt more assured, prepared, and relaxed about any traveling opportunity than this one. I finally know that I am in the right place at the right time. (no disrespect Dr. John) As for those who doubt themselves, I say this: You don’t give yourselves enough credit. I too was once in your shoes. The first mission trip I ever went on destroyed any heart I had for missions. It had such a negative impact that I said I would never go on another one. Never once in my mind did I think that it would ever happen again.
Now here I am: jumping head first into the deep end.
and I couldn’t be more at peace about it.
