The Decision

I'm going to Kenya this summer. Dang, that is one outrageous sentence. I am not believing it yet.

I am inspired to go by my sweet friends who have gone.

I am excited to go. What will happen when I go? Who knows? But I'm going.

I am just flat out greedy for God's presence. When He works all around, and sometimes, if I'm very lucky, through (or in spite of) me...there is just nothing more thrilling to see and experience.

Why go? Why go so far? Yes, there are plenty of people in need right here in Marietta, Georgia. And He uses me here, too. When I'm open. When I'm not caught up and carried away by life's currents. When I'm not distracted by shiny objects. When I'm not immersed in Me. But there is something undeniably sweet and purposeful about removing myself from this comfortable life, full of its many blessings, and spending 10 precious days doing Solely Only Specifically what He would have me to do. Trusting Him to direct my path, my words, my heart. Goodbye, Me.

I don't know why He wants me to go to Kenya, but He opened the door and invited me to walk through it. He provided the way. He said: Step out of the boat, girl! Just for 10 days. A nanosecond really, on the clock of my life. It's entirely possible, probable even, that He is far more interested in what He can do in my life, in each person's life that will intersect with this trip, than in what I can do for anyone I may meet.

And so, there it is. I'm going to Kenya this summer. What?!!??!!