In 2 and a half-ish days, I will be leaving to go on a missions trip to the Dominican Republic.
I do not like flying (which, they tell me, is the only possible way of getting there).
I do not like bugs (which I hear there is an abundance of).
I do not like being reminded of the fact that we are the most spoiled nation on the face of this planet (which I hear is unavoidable).
I do like challenging myself. And expecting the unexpected. And being totally in the grip of my Lord’s hands (ok, I don’t always enjoy that, it means I’m not in control, but I like it right now). And thinking about someone besides myself, and what struggles I’m going through.
So I guess I’m looking forward to this.
Except for the flying. I hate flying.