This time one year ago I was sitting on a plane flying over Iraq or somewhere thereabouts, on my way to South Africa (via Dubai).
At that time I can honestly just say that I really, really did not want to go. I knew that it was right to go, but morethan anything I wanted not to have to. The day that my passport arrived back from the embassy with the visa stuck inside I cried. And not from joy.
Mostly because I was frightened. Of the unknown. And the generally scary.
Now, I’m so glad I didn’t listen to that scaredy-cat voice in my head and went anyway. I really can’t imagine what life would have been like if I hadn’t gone, but I expect it would have been a lot less interesting.
To have lived a life without last year in it, and without all of the wonderful friends I made, and the beautiful things I saw, would have been a real shame.
So glad that God had (and has) a plan. And glad to have listened that time. Here’s praying I will again.
In summary: weird and cool.