Take me?

Just looking at photos of other countries, of places I've yet to lay eyes on, fills me with a burning sense of longing. It's all so beautiful, so foreign, and in many places, so tempting. What would it be like, to stand in front of the Louvre, or to stare at Michelangelo's work until your neck got sore? Or to traverse into the middle of nowhere and find a series of oblong rocks on end at Stonehenge, or take a trip down to a local Irish pub, or to cross Europe to reach Italy, and sail on a gondola through Venice? Or to see the thistles of Scotland, standing starkly in the rocky terrain, or the wonders of Vienna? These and so many places have held a fascination for me for so many years, but at times I wonder if I'll ever see them.

God has blessed me with many amazing outings though, including (but not restricted to) Alaska, Victoria, Canada, Seattle, Europe, and places like the Sears Tower in Chicago, the St. Louis Arch, the homes of James K. Polk, Hellen Keller, Andrew Jackson, Ripavilla, and so much more. Still I wish for more, to travel, to see the world. Though I wouldn't like to see it alone, no matter how beautiful it is.

Mexico is the next step of the journey, another stone being set in place. Am I scared, someone asked me. Truthfully, yes. The prospect of being split up into teams worries me. The fact that I don't have a testimony prepared makes me sweat. And the other fact: I can't say "no" and put off giving my testimony. Am I scared? More than any other trip I've ever been on.

The Lord is faithful to answer when I call. But when my "schedule" gets in the way, or I'm "overwhelmed," I tend to forget Him. I need to set apart a daily devotions time again, somehow I let that slip a few months back and I want it back. I'm spiritually parched and remember the reassurance, guidance, and peace God gifted me with when I read His word and talked to Him frequently.

Prayer is probably a good thing to have down before I go on a missions trip :)