Departure

I hardly know what to write. 

I'm leaving for Algeria in just a few hours. It will be an over 24-hour journey from Saudi to the Saharawi refugee camps outside Tindouf. 3 planes, two bags, one half-frightened girl. 

But, 

as much as I feel like I'm stepping out into thin air, 

as inadequate as I believe myself to be, 

as difficult as the months ahead may prove to be, 

I know that my hand is in His, and that is enough. 

It is enough. 

Who can tell what I'll learn, what I'll lose, who I'll love, how I'll change? 

But we don't really need answers. 

We just need Him. 

And I can't wait to meet Him in ways I've never met Him before. 

I have been on my knees, in awe of the honor He's given me. 

To go, bearing His name, among these beautiful strangers who have suffered so much. 

I am not worthy, and still, he sends me. 

                               ----He's identified me as his own, what an incredible gamble!! 

I beg for your prayers. 

Not prayers for my comfort, safety, or ease, 

but for humility, obedience, and courage. 

“For God, who said ‘Let light shine out of darkness’ has shone in our hearts to give the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Jesus Christ.  But we have this treasure in jars of clay, to show that the surpassing power belongs to God and not to us.” 2 Corinthians 4:6-7