This time change is throwing me wayyyy off. It's currently 2:29 p.m. in KC and 11:30 p.m. in Dubai. I missed Thursday. It got dropped somewhere over the Atlantic...the plane pooped it out with all the turbulence (sp?) I'm sure.
I mean it is hitting me now. I am gone and I won’t be back for a while. I’ve never really gone anywhere. I've never gone more than a month a way from having my parents near or at the least a phone call. My parents, my sisters, my siblings…I feel like I’m going to be missing out on so much…but it’s just something that I just have to do.
I’m scared. I’m excited. I’m nervous. I’m ready…
Of everyone it’s hardest for me to leave her. I hope she knows that she’ll do fine. She’s stronger and smarter than she gives herself credit for. For 20 years we’ve never really been separated from each other…and now we’ll be an ocean apart. I’m missing her already. I know that I’ve put this off as long as I could, but now is the time for me to go. I’ll be back before we know it.
God led me here. Everything I’ve ever done God has led me there and this is no different. He will keep me. He will protect me. He will provide. He’s answering all the desires of my heart. Thank you, Jesus.
I have all these mixed feelings about leaving. I know that this will be good for me…I know that this is all in a plan that God has for me.
So now that I've been to Houston...took a 14 hour plane ride (which for a 14 hour plane ride it was pretty awesome), met some cool friends in Dubai...I'm ready to ride a camel.
I'm totally taking on Morocco...head on. Keep me in your prayers, all.
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