Even with all the adventures we have had, I still get nervous when we face the next. Not nervous about whether we will make it through, but what it will require to make it to the other side. Butterflies still mount as I prepare to leave. A night in the village with our host family, which will be a first for me. So many questions that run through my head:
Where will I sleep? Will I even sleep? What will I end up having to eat and not to mention drink? Will the dancing go late into the night? When will the end be in sight? What type challenges will the preparation work hold? Will I know correctly what is my role?
The questions are still there and can go round and round. Only now I know that as much as I search, no answer can be found. So in case you doubt or think we are above the nerves. I thought I would write before a big event to show that we are no different from the rest. The first time is always the worst as we often have no idea what to expect, but stumbling through the first door teaches how to walk through the next. One thing we have learned is that no matter what the adventure holds, our God is big enough to carry us through the waves of the storm.