A repost from my other blog. Hope you enjoy!
I know when I started this blog I promised to talk about my trip to Africa. As of yet, I haven’t followed through. Until now.
When God called me to go to Africa, I had a pretty varied response. Some days I was happy, excited. Other days I was terrified. My reaction vacillated from “No God, I can’t go,” to, “Yes, Lord, your will be done.”
I was all over the board. But, eventually, as He brought the pieces of the puzzle together, I began to have peace about the trip. Finally, I came to a place of surrender, where I let go of (most) of my apprehension and committed myself to going.
It was when I stepped across the threshold of the plane leaving JFK…bound for Kenya.
Despite my fears, there was part of me, all along, that knew deep down, I was willing to…
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