Write With Me.

I think that one of the illusions of time is that the more we are doing, the more time we think we have. Months have passed since agreeing to go to Cuba. Weeks have past since my passport was copied and turned in to the leader of our trip. Days have passed since my final payment was turned in and our team met for the last time. Yet, there is still much to do...and time is flying by. 5 days. Because I have been so busy with baking cream cheese danishes, pouring cups of coffee, practicing my Spanish (LOL!), and training my muscles for puppets (which is alot harder than one would think!!), my brain and my heart have not really been allowed to stop and think about the fact that in 5 days, I will be in a foreign country, with no method of communicating with friends and family back home. I will be serving the Lord in a position that I have never done before...nor ever envisioned myself as doing (major home body, right here!)I will be thrown into a new environment with new people in a new place using a new language... that is alot of new for a girl who does not enjoy change...and values consistency, reliability, and all things routine. But, tonight... the time struck me. After an evening with one of my best friends and her husband, as I got up to leave... I realized that I would not see them again for two weeks. I leave on Thursday night, so this was it. Now, while that may not be a big deal to other people, it is to me. My people are MY PEOPLE. I rely on them, gain strength from them, face fears with them, love them. Thankfully, my life has been surrounded and fortified and graced with some amazing people, who love me and walk through difficult seasons, celebrating the joys and grieving the losses with me. And I think that is the scariest thing for me. Not the traveling. Not the flying. Not the child evangelism. Not the food. Not the bugs. But, the being...facing the unknown without my usual people behind me and beside me. However, Mother Teresa once said, "I'm a little pencil in the hand of a writing God, who is sending a love letter to the world." Well, tonight, I certainly feel like a little pencil, one who is about to be removed from the safe confines of her pencil box. But, my heart's desire...past all the fear and the doubt and the anxiousness is to be used by God. For my heart, feet, hands, brain, smile, gifts... for everything to be used by Him. For Him to write with me.