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A text shows up in my phone.  ”When are you going?”

It had been on my heart.  I silently whisper, “Lord, if You want me to go, make a way.”

I ask our church to pray if I am supposed to go, now, at this time.

The men, later that evening, say yes.  Complete agreement.  You are to go.

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My heart ponders all that this means.  I struggle with laying down my fears.

Where am I going?  That is someone else’s story.  Not mine to tell.  Mine to tell is the facing of fears…the mountains that can seem so large and daunting.

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  • Who am I that you would send me?
  • I have to fly?
  • What if I blow it?
  • What if they don’t like me?
  • What if something painful happens while I am there?
  • What if?
  • What if?
  • What if?

And He calms my heart and says, “Do you love me?”

I parrot Peter, “Lord, you know I do.  You know.”

“Then obey me.”

I ask a fistful of my friends to pray.  Pray.  Two have already said they are compelled to fast and pray.  Answers to my fears before I have even asked.  It is like this preceding the trip.  Holy appointments unfolding as I stay in step.  This resting.  This being still.

And I wonder about the disciple that Jesus loved and how he said,   “Jesus did many other things as well. If every one of them were written down, I suppose that even the whole world would not have room for the books that would be written.” (John 21:25)

I feel that.  The awareness that He is writing many stories over this trip.  In His supremacy, He has ordained and is completing a story that is His perfection.

I marvel.

A friend prays for blue skies, white, puffy clouds.  Which translated is asking for God to do above and beyond anything we could ask or imagine.  That He would be present.

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He answers.  Blue skies, white, puffy clouds.  And all the fear mountains fade away under His glory.  He enables my love for Him to eclipse all else, to want nothing else, but to please Him.

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He answers.

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