Waiting to Expatriate

Two weeks from tomorrow, I'll be 9,000 miles from home. It hasn't sunk in yet. I don't know if it will until I step outside the airport, greeted by the cool night air of Ethiopian summer.

Though the trip still doesn't feel completely real to me yet, its reality does make itself felt in some ways. Today at the tutoring center at which I work, I was assigned a new student. He wants to cram for the SAT, so I was trying to schedule him in what slots I have available. Next Monday I have a meeting, but the Monday after that I have free. And the Monday after that? No, I'll be spending the rest of the month in Africa. How odd.

I sent off my first batch of support letters today. I know that the Lord will provide, as He has in the past. "If He did not spare His own Son but gave Him over for us all, how will He not also with Him graciously give us all things?" For Him who paid the price of death for us all, the price of a short-term trip to Ethiopia is nothing. But still I worry. Pray for me, that my faith should not fail.

Blessings on you all,

~Jack