Into the Wild Blue Yonder

Yesterday I bought a plane ticket to go far away, to places I have never been to see and stay with people I have never met. Why? Because I believe God wants me to, simply because He gave me that I've-got-to-do-this feeling (You know that feeling you get when you know you're supposed to pray or testify or talk to someone about something? Like, no matter how long I procrastinate on this, I know I can't relax until I've done it?), started talking to me about it in His word, set people in my path to point the way, and opened doors in the countries.

Now all the doubts rush in, especially when I'm tired. What on earth were you thinking? You don't know how to do the jobs they've talked to you about doing! You don't know how to get around in that country! You know little about the culture! How do you know you can make it? You don't even know how to go through customs! What if the people you're meeting don't like you? What makes you think you'll be a good witness? What if you totally blow it? You're crazy!


My sophisticated response? "Shut up, devil." Maybe I am crazy, and I don't know how God will or won't use me, but if He says, "Go," I'll go, and there's no turning back now. I'm too much of a skin flint to waste over a thousand dollars.