Like Elvis and his mom...

Less than nine hours until I am ...gone, leaving for Kenya.

I'm so freaking excited.

I'm looking forward to...
getting away from facebook and twitter (once I'm in the plane)
no trash talk or gloating about sports teams
no political ads and people complaining about political ads (I voted two Tuesdays ago)
getting away from here
getting out of my comfort zone
getting into another part of the world
spending time with the children in Mathare
meeting the people and the babies at the baby center
hearing God in a loud booming voice because all of my distractions will be thousands of miles away.

As it seems with every trip I go on, I am up way too late and am nowhere near packed. Time to get some sleep.

Almost drowning

I am in water deeper than my head, and I feel like I can't doggy-paddle any more.

Work.
Planning events.
Life.
Bills.
Student loans
Attempting to raise support for the trip.
Preparing for the trip.
I leave for Kenya in less than nine days.

I am almost drowning in everything.

I am so unqualified, so not prepared for this. I have to fight the natural urge to want to shutdown, to disconnect.

I am tired.

I need rest.

Matthew 11: 28-30 sounds really good right now: ²⁸"Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. ²⁹Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. ³⁰For my yoke is easy and my burden is light."

It is time to slow down, time to rest.

It is time to float for a while.