It's been 6 hours since I've mailed my phone back to my parents. I've only frantically looked for it twice. Yes sad, how tied to technology we become. After packing, re-packing, and yes packing again (ok probably 5 times now), I am down to 45 pounds (plus a too-heavy day pack…) of belongings which will be my life for 11 months. So big… yet so small… (that's what she said)
I think I've felt all available emotion the last 3 weeks, from sad good byes to a wee bits of anxiety after talking with some past world racers (not going to mention any names…) to sheer joy watching my dear friend marry her sweetheart. I think of all the Lord has planned for the next 11 months and the strength He will provide in times of trial, the comfort He will provide in times of sorrow, the gifts and miracles He will orchestrate and I am calmed.
I think forward 11 months, what will I be like, how will He change me, how will these hard times and amazing moments will affect my character. I know I will never be the same. I like that. That scares me.
Tomorrow morning at 5:40 a new chapter begins. This is real life!!!
