There's a certain element of "what the heck have I gotten myself into" permeating the air. Do I feel in over my head? Most certainly. I've already had most of the pre-trip nightmares. I woke from a cold sweat the other night thinking I had forgotten everyones passports. Whoops!
In spite of the small moments of panic (and utter terror), I do sense and know that God has this trip in His hands. It's just that the closer I get to the time of departure, the less I feel that comfort! And I suppose that's only human. Welcome to the chasm between knowing in ones head and also knowing in ones heart!
This may sound cliche (and it probably is), but I think this is where faith comes into play. Y'know, the whole sure of what we hope for and certain of what cannot yet be seen thing. I know what I'm hoping for and I know what I'd like to see. And I believe God can do all of these things. I'm just having a hard time knowing that He will (and that there won't be any tragic accidents along the way).
So, off we go into the great unknown. It's bound to be a wonderful adventure, and, regardless of what happens, I know we will all come back changed. Perhaps that is really the most important thing anyway. To be anxious is human, to be hopeful is divine!
Until next time...
1 comment:
Barry, good stuff man. Keep blogging...its good to have people thinking and sharing. I'm adding you to my blog roll, hope that is cool. Take care.
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