Hey. Um, yeah. So, I'm gonna admit it in public, I'm going to Ecuador on a mission trip. Sooner rather than later. I've really known for quite a while, but haven't talked about it or faced it until now. You know how I roll...denial. I've put down a deposit, there's a newly renewed passport, a plane ticket, an itinerary, and an email about what to pack. Yeah...I'm going. It's real.
I must sound like it's death, doom, and disaster! That's not it at all. It's a weird feeling in my heart, in my soul. There's a little spiritual warfare going on for sure. That excites me a little, because when Satan decides he's gonna mess with me about it, that means that God is gonna show up and show out. I don't wanna go. Satan is telling me a lot...that I'm not gonna have anyone to hang out with, that I'll be incompetent, stupid, that my family won't be okay without me, that something might happen to me (or them) while I'm away, I'll miss the first Bama game, I don't know enough Spanish, I'll get sick, I'm scared of dirt/insects/monkeys/spiders, etc, that I'm not a good enough Christian to go. It goes on & on. I know what they are - I know they are lies from the enemy - that doesn't stop me from listening a little. But, I assume that's part of it - faith. Gotta step out on faith. My God will take care of me. It is HIM that I aim to glorify....no matter how nervous this crazy mind is feeling. Gotta go serve...that's what He told me to do, so that's what I'm gonna do. Acts 1:8
Down to the nitty gritty, I'm like, what?! I'm gonna get to do some medical stuff - which is SWEET! There's another nurse going so I won't be alone :) I'm pretty dang sure that I can't fathom what I'm in for...for Pete's sake, I wanted to take a Vera Bradley duffle! Apparently my luggage might get ransacked, ripped, and dirty! Eww! There might be random bugs and spiders. Also...these peeps eat guinea pig like it ain't nothing. Negatory. I'm gonna be bringing some peanut butter crackers like it's my job. Maybe the nasty food will help me lose 5-10. Who knows? What about pickpocketers, and the altitude change - what if I can't adequately transport oxygen to my brain and I'm weak and crazy and sick and hypoxic for a week?! Um...what about how I've already been told not to drink my diet coke from a bottle. Oh, and did I mention there is a volcano and a specific time limit on which I have to evacuate if the big boy starts to blow? Oh Lord help me. Seriously. ...and my iphone probably won't work. Gah. Yeah, what about how people live like this on a daily basis? Emm hmm. I should quite possibly get over myself. And, I almost forgot - I must bring my OWN TOILET PAPER!!!! What??!! ...and the rule is that you can't flush it. Eww!! I'm about to buy Bath & Body Works Antibacterial Hand Rub out of stock!!! I'm gonna cry just thinking about it.
But, that's my worldly mind spinning out of control. HE is in control. HE has me on this particular mission for a reason. I did have a choice to go on a much easier, much more in my comfort zone mission trip. I've suffered for Christ in Hilton Head, South Carolina before. I've suffered for Christ in many beachy, fun, non threatning locations. I use "suffered" very sarcastically. It's time for me to step out & step up...for Him...and really be brave & bold. He is leading my heart to Ecuador, to this trip, for some reason. So...yeah, the cat's outta the bag. I'm going on Mission to Ecuador. Sooner rather than later. I'm proud. I may secretly be about to poop my pants, but I'm proud to be representing my God in a foreign country. Eeeeek!!!!!
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