My new passport came yesterday. The old passport had my maiden name on it and expired this year anyway, so it was definitely time for renewal. How exciting! My last passport was for our honeymoon to Banff, Canada 10 years ago. 10 years! My how things have changed. I never thought I would need a passport for mission trips, though I always hoped to be healthy enough one day to take that journey. I can remember sitting in KBrew exactly a year ago this week with my sweet friends talking about missions. My friend Carrie said, "Think you'll go one day?" I said I would love to but just didn't know. One year later I'm working on my Spanish, buying comfortable skirts, reading, praying and prepping for Nicaragua. All in His timing for sure.
Of course, the same weekend I get my passport, I also have a full blown Charlotte Taylor Bishop allergic reaction that sends my body into orbit. The enemy just loves to throw doubt in there and highlight my vulnerabilities. I yelled at him today. Sitting on my couch, no one else home, Prednisone induced screaming at the one who wants to rob me of my chance to step out in faith, love on others, and share God with people. I felt like that scene in Home Alone (the first movie and only good one!) when Kevin runs to the front yard and screams, "I'M NOT AFRAID ANYMORE!! YOU HEAR ME?!" I got downright angry. And just like that, my mom's favorite verse, 2 Corinthians 12:9 "...for my strength is made perfect in weakness" came to mind and I knew He was once again going to fight for me and cover me with His grace and strength. I'm not in this battle alone. He is so much stronger than any physical battle that comes my way. He has big plans for this scrawny girl.
