Tomorrow, I leave for Guatemala. Tomorrow, at 2AM, we will gather. We will yawn. And we will take the final steps leading up to the first leg of our promising journey.
I don’t know how I feel. Honestly, I think it’s a combination of uncertainty, excitement, and wonder. But that’s common for someone like me, who has never gone on a mission trip before – who has barely ever even left the country at all. And here I am, packing my suitcase and carry-on with virtually no idea what’s going to happen once we leave this campus.
This is when trust and faith play the biggest part in how we choose to live our lives. If I had no faith, or lacked trust in HIs will, I never would have applied to be on this team in the first place. I would be home right now, thinking of everyone I knew who was preparing to go on this trip, wondering what would have happened if I’d surrendered my will for HIs.
I’m glad I don’t have to sit at home all week and wonder about those things. Instead, I’ll be living somewhere else, for someone else, living a life outside my own, in a place I don’t know, with people I’ll know better by the time we make the journey home.
This will likely be my last post before we take off (I doubt the first thing I’ll think about when I roll out of bed at one o’clock in the morning is updating the world on how tired I am). So wish me well. Hopefully I’ll have stories to tell when I come back.
Guatemala, here we come!