In less than 15 hours, I start one of the most interesting trips of my life.
I'm normally someone who "makes" stuff happen. I wish I could tell you that things always fall into place, but I've discovered that more often than not, "thing" need some assistance to go the right direction.
By those "things", I'm referring to a few failed relationships because making things happen takes out both the spontenaity and fluidity of relationships. So basically they all blew up in my face and I have no one to blame.
But I can say with complete confidence that my adventure had so little involvment on my part that it's left me concerned. Can I actually trust that God is working out all of the details?
Why yes, Yes I can.
Furthermore, He already has.
Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine a trip like this. It was so far off my grid, off my periphery that I still can't believe it's happening. I'm not fearful, just ridiculously excited.
So, here I am.
My bags are 99% packed (I lack a few things that I'll pick up in the a.m.), and I think I'm ready to go. I have a nice outfit to wear on the plane because my mother informed me that lately I've been dressing like a slob and to quote her, "Jennifer, you're not traveling with your brother. You need to look cute". Ha! So, Fancy Nancy here has her plane-traveling duds all ready to jetset to the other side of the world.
And in 48 hours, I'll stand where the saints stood. I'll see things that Jesus saw. I probably won't be able to process it all, but I'm going to give it a try.
Here I go!!!!