One morning, I sat on my front porch minding my own business. It was a good morning, and I was feeling just a tiny bit daring, so I wrote in my journal, “Good morning, God! What’s next?”
Now, I’m not saying I heard God speak in an audible voice. That would be crazy. Right? But I did know — as soon as I wrote those words — that I needed to get my passport.
I’m not so good at being obedient.
I finished my “prayer time” with God and went on about my business throughout the day: updating my Facebook status, wandering the aisles at Trader Joe’s, touching up the nail polish on my big toes. You know. The important stuff. By the end of the day, I had no passport. I hadn’t even thought about a passport.
When Dan King called a couple of weeks later, with an invitation to join him and the team of bloggers going to Haiti with Help One Now, I was not prepared (despite the invitation I’d already received a few weeks before on my front porch). And I was not feeling daring.
I’m confident it’s where I’m supposed to be. I’m guessing I’ll be different when I get back. I’m excited and, while I’m not terrified, I’m totally out of my comfort zone. And none of this is about me.
So, I’m going to Haiti. It’s official. There’s even a webpage about it. And yes, I have my passport. Finally. But the rest of it? The rest is up to God, and I’m guessing He plans to teach me a bit more about obedience.
We leave October 8, and I’m praying that you’ll pray with me…