I’m packing right now. Isn’t packing just awful? You always are afraid you’re going to leave something, and let’s be honest, you probably are.
Packing always makes me feel like such a consumerist. It’s like I wish so desperately I could make do with less, but I don’t.
But what I’m hoping is that more than packing my suitcases, my heart and mind will be packed. I want to be full of love – enough to give love to my new students. I want to rely not on the enormity of the suitcases I’m bringing, but the enormity of the God who called me.
I guess time will tell if I have enough faith to trust Him with this adventure. I hope I do.
(I also wish my suitcases were as pretty as these. click on them for the sources)