This is it. I'm sitting in front of the gate. Gate G6. At 8:00am I will board a plane to Sumatra. I love you Jesus. I am... speechless. I have no words to describe how I feel. It's not really anxiety, and it's not completely excitement. It's a mixture of those 2, plus a sense of anticipation. You have brought me here, and I know that you will carry me through.
The e-mail I sent out yesterday was from the heart. I was not just projecting strength. I was proclaiming faith. You have given me great faith in you, and I am grateful. I do expect to see miracles. I expect to see your face. I expect to see your hand. I expect to see your purposes, and your vision start to take shape. I believe.
I pray that you would continue to build my faith. Continue to strengthen me. Continue to challenge me. I'm yours, and I am in your hands. I am a bit scared, but I trust you. I trust that you are good. Jesus, you are good. I love you. Let's do this.=)
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