Fear. This isn't a big word in my normal vocabulary. But, for the past week it's been appropriate.
I was talking with my father about my fears last week. He reminded me that I'm still the same maniac that faces fear routinely: running 26.2 miles at a time, jumping off high vistas (Victoria Falls Gorge, anyone?), and swimming with sharks. What's the big deal with facing 100+ children who really need what we are giving? He's right, of course. I've been too much in my head waiting for the mission to start.
But it's time now. My plane is at the Pasco airport waiting to carry me to San Francisco where I'll spend today training for my job. Later, I'll meet 25 other servants who I'm told will become lifelong friends as we face the cruel reality of what some children are born with and share in the joy of seeing their lives transformed virtually overnight.
I'm shivering right now. It's cold in my home office, but I can't bring myself to turn the heat on. I'm leaving. And, finally, my head is in the right place. I'm going to experience humanity and servitude at a very basic level. And, I'm all-in to give this everything I've got for these kids. This is good for me. But more than that, it will be life-changing for these children who have so much of life ahead of them.
Let the journey begin. Salamat (thank you in Filipino) for your encouragement.
In service...Lisa
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