When I was younger I had a tendency to worry. I may be understating that a bit - I think I worried about everything even to the point of absurdity. My mom likes to tell the story of when I was in junior high in full-blown meltdown because I had gotten a "B" in gym class. I was so worried [read: hysterically crying] that that horrible grade was going to keep me from getting in to the college of my choice. As it turns out, throwing a football through a hula hoop was not part of the application process for any of the schools I was applying for. I sailed through college without ever having to throw a football. Or take out a student loan, for that matter. Take that junior high gym class teacher!
Anyway, on the drive home, with my shoulder throbbing and the kids putting the stickers the nurse gave them all over the van, I absolutely felt the peace that passes all understanding. My brain is quick to remind me that this is a crazy adventure we're on, one full of potential danger and logistical snafus. But, my spirit is confident that God is in this. I know that I know that I know that this is the next step on our journey with God. I am leaning my whole self into God, into his power, wisdom, and goodness. I know that whatever he has on the other side of this experience is worth everything. He is worth everything I am and have. That is where I have put my trust.
My dad always said that someday I would write him a letter thanking him. Well, consider it written, Dad. Thanks for hiding God's Word in my heart and thanks for teaching me how to sweep with one hand and hold the dust pan with the other. I'm going to change the world.