I've been dreading this trip. From the day I booked it, I wanted to stay home. I prayed relentlessly that my heart would be opened to the opportunity that is ahead of me. But last night, I was still dreading the entire trip. Then I had an hours long conversation with one of my best friends. We talked about pain and joy. We talked in such a way that I know the Holy Spirit was working through each of us to form us. We talked about everything and anything. And when I hung up the phone my heart was suddenly opened and I was ready to go on this trip and seize the opportunity that lies before me.
While I sat in LAX contemplating my change in heart. I suddenly knew that God was listening. So that is the first lesson of this trip. God is listening.
When I first envisioned this trip, I thought it would be a solitary and isolated experience. But I feel now that I am supposed to share. I loathe the phenomenon that is Eat, Pray, Love and will attempt to avoid that sensational garbage here. And I feel general contempt toward the narcism that is embodied in blogging, but here i am with a blog. I also dont like people's faith and beliefs being stuffed down others throats. This blog is about my trip and journey to be closer to God and my true self. If you don't want to hear what I have to say, don't read. I want to use this outlet to share my joy in the Lord and the opportunity to travel in His name. For those of you that don't like to read that stuff, have no fear! I'm still me. There will be plenty of opportunities to mock my general inability to navigate any sort of map, spectacular debauchery and perhaps a little sarcasm. Since I'm traveling the first part of this road alone, someone needs to appreciate my snark! After all, if the snark only exists in my brain and isn't shared, does it really exist?
For those that only know that side of me, I am going to attempt to show my faithful, fearful and honest side.
So here we go.