It has been almost a year since I accepted an administrative internship with the International Justice Mission in South Asia. Since my acceptance, I have been blessed with financial and emotional support from family, friends, and strangers alike. However, as the holidays have come to a close and I’ve said my goodbyes, I recognize that this journey is one that I take with God alone. It is He who put this desire in my heart and He who calls me to love and learn in a country very different from my own.
As I sit at the airport and write this, I am reminded of Franklin D. Roosevelt’s comment that"courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the assessment that something else is more important than fear.” I take some comfort in that as I find myself feeling anxious in the face of the unknown.
At the same time, I reflect on God's astounding faithfulness over the past few months . I got my visa without any delays or issues. I’ve made connections to people in South Asia who have helped educate me on what to expect. I got to spend an amazing month with my parents who blessed my socks off with everything from delightful home-cooked and deep conversation to watching Duke dominate in basketball (hehe, I had to) and lunching at Pepper's. I spent quality time with my siblings and close friends during Christmas. I rang in the New Year with my younger brother Forrest and his wife, Sam, along with my grandparents, aunt and uncle. I’ve had precious time to read books, have quiet times, drink coffee at coffee shops, and just slow down. At orientation week in D.C., I had a home with family friends, who made me feel safe and loved during an intense and inspirational week of information.
So what I’m trying to say is: I am so #blessed. My heart is full. I’m happy to be sad to leave because I know the treasures that I’m leaving behind; I know God’s goodness. I look forward with anticipation to what's ahead - He is full of surprises :)