10/18/2005

One week on...


So, it's been almost a week since I got the dates of my departure. I have to admit that my sleep time has suffered a little. I feel anxious and excited and nervous and happy and scared. All in all, I'm a little freaked out. I mean this is a big change! For a long time all I had was ambiguity which was frustrating, but I didn't really have to think about the reality of leaving. Now, I have actual dates!

Don't get me wrong. I'm not second-guessing the decision to go. Not in the least. I still believe that God called me to this, so I'm not afraid of what will happen to me. But, let's face it, this is 6-12 months in a foreign country where they don't speak English. Oh, and there's a war.

Like I said before, I'm not afraid for my safety - I trust God for that. I've just never lived anywhere like this before. I lived in London for two months, but they all spoke English, so this is kind of a big deal.

Anyway, keep praying and enjoy the photo of Queen Victoria in front of St. Paul's.

Also, if you're reading this, keep it up. And write comments. Lots of comments.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

in all my heart, I have never trusted anyone as much as I trust you. My heart is filled with peace about this trip. You're no longer in my hands, you are now in God's. He will bring you peace.

said...

I must admit, I share many of the same feelings about this adventure, for many of the same reasons. I think the emotional part of preparation may be one of the hardest parts! But we can do this.