The last 24 hours I’ve been packing, and being absolutely petrified about everything.
Now everything is as close to packed as it needs to be, and I’ve realised this:
The worst that can happen is that I’ll loose everything I have and all my money and get stuck in some foreign place, alone.
But I’ll still be me, I’ll still be able to choose to laugh or cry or make the best of it. I’ll still have God. Life could still hold as much potential for joy and adventure as in any other situation. Really the only things that can fail, are my plans, and they were never as good as God’s anyway.
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Yeah, the day before leaving is my least favourite too! Yuk! But once you’re on the way you are sweet! You just LIVE IT!