So I plan on taking a heavy dose of Gravol and Nightquill and not seeing the light of day until I land.
Phrases like "Who let me do this!?!?" are running through my head. I am wondering why I am here and where is the nearest escape hatch cause I am about to fling myself out of it.
I am jumping. I was first excited for this because it was a new adventure and I wanted something thrilling in my life. I love change. So it was mostly about that for awhile, the excitement, but over a period of time though things changed.I felt like God was making me focus on all the things that I could share and teach, making the benefits for myself nothing.When God wants you to do something I feel he will also give you the heart to do it and the desire. Or maybe that desire was already there? I don't know but when I first said yes to this crazy charade I was all about how I would be changed and how much it would help me and my spiritual life. And I am sure this is true but now I am finding myself more focused on how much I can give and how many lives God can impact through a willing person. So many I think.
So this is what I want... a pillow and a blanky, crackers and cheese, a very willing heart, and for my first day in Africa to be nothing but sitting and laughing with people I don't know yet but will.
Right now I am sitting in the airport thinking about getting a caramel machiato from starbucks (will be my last for a year!) just chillin talking to Jesus and oh man... it feels really good, and so good to relax it is ridiculous.