As I walked up my porch steps today, I checked my mail. Inside was a larger white envelope from the United States Government. Immediately, my brain jumped to the 2010 Census. I wondered if there was follow-up or if I hadn't filled it out correctly.
And then I knew. It's here. I will need it in 108 days. My passport. I am intentionally stepping out in faith and trusting God to take me to Honduras so I can serve others. I am afraid of flying (okay, really just not being in control and being scared to die). Big things. But I am hoping that this journey that I will will learn that God is much BIGGER and I'm excited for that.
Today, I choose to be brave. To not be afraid to live life. Jan would have wanted me to choose life, to choose the uncertain, to choose to sit at Jesus' feet and claim His power.
7 comments:
That's always an amazing feeling - the determination to do something that you know will be great, despite any fears you may have! Best of luck in Honduras. It sounds like it will be an amazing experience for sure. It was nice to hear how inspiring your friend was for you, and I am sure that she would love that she played a role in inspiring you to make this journey.
Good luck.
Your post reminded me a bit of some of Annie Lamott's reflections on faith as reflected in our real world relationships and deeds.
Kevin
I"m always working that balance: faith/fear. A lovely post on the experience. Thanks.
What will you do in Honduras? And how timely that you got the passport the same day as the funeral. It's a sign!
Well done. We have opportunities to choose every day, sounds like you are well grounded in the source of you strength.
My mom would be very proud of you.
KJM
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