Eleventh Hour

Down to the wire.

Eleventh hour.

Go time.

Call it what you will, it’s stressful. I’m just gunna get real for a minute, okay?

I’m trying not to stress out over numbers right now. I’m still not where I need to be for my trip account, and if that amount doesn’t show up, I don’t go to Africa. Simple as that. You can’t fly across the world without a plane ticket, you can’t buy a ticket without the moola. I know God is Huge, I know He provides, I know He works in crazy ways. I’ve seen it all first hand, and believe that if it’s His plan, it’ll happen, no matter how stressed out I might be.

Last night at church we talked about Joy. Uncircumstantial, consitent, trusting, peaceful joy. Joy that is deep down, and isn’t shaken by the tough times. Joy that comes from knowing that no matter the outcome, God is at the center of the plan, and that plan is working for your good. All things work together for the good of those who love Him. He who has begun a good work in you will carry it out to completion. I know. But feeling the knowing is different. If that makes any sense at all.

So I’m asking for your prayer. And your donations. And your encouragement. Because sometimes the planning, paying, buying, waiting, discussing, working to get the goal met, is the hardest part. Once I’m there, working with children who are so full of that JOY that it’s contagious, I’ll be more than fine. I’ll be fantastic! Cold, and tired, but fantastic. And that’s what I’m focusing on, hoping for, looking towards; I just need to avoid those momentary thoughts of “uh oh, what if…” cause those bad boys will drag you down in an instant.

Thanks.