With February 1st finally being here, comes many emotions. Excitement, peace, anxiousness, and of course the inevitable panic. It's that night before the first day of 9th grade feeling. Knowing that the new and unknown high school holds numerous opportunities to both succeed and then again maybe not succeed! Even with the knowing that I am embarking on an exciting new season that has been ordained by my thoughtful Creator, it doesn't make it any easier to willingly walk away from all things comfortable. My supportive parents and sweet brother who continue to make sacrifices for the sake of the ministry, my incredible sisters in Christ who have walked through all seasons of life with me, my gracious family (both biological and church) who continue to say prayers and write checks. Don't even get me started on the petty things I find comfort in, like skim milk, flavored coffee, and Hulu.
With all that said, I am ready. Ready seems to be my word of the month. I have found myself repeating it to all those who inquire about my leaving for Uganda. I am ready to go. I am ready to have my feet in the red dirt of Africa (Okay maybe my TOMS, not actually my feet!). I am ready to stand and breath in the dry heat. I am ready to love on beautiful people who life hasn't been fair to. I am ready to see where this goes...
