After twenty minutes of taxiing--in which I finished one book and began another--we began to take-off. And I thought to myself, 'I'm going to Kenya.' And a giant smile spread across my face. One that was so big, I'm certain the people across the aisle thought, 'what's she listening to that's so funny?'
And then I thought, 'oh my gosh, I'm going to Kenya!' And the smile promptly turned to tears.
Because. Oh my goodness, God is faithful. He is so faithful.
Because I'm going to Kenya. After all this waiting. After years of waiting. I'm on a plane to Kenya.
(Cue the tears again.)
And if I had gone any earlier, it wouldn't be what it is today. I wouldn't be who I am today. It wouldn't have been this trip. This already-so-amazing-I-can't-believe-all-that-has-happened-all-I-have-heard-and-learned-and-seen-and-experienced-in-what-was-supposed-to-be-a-week-of-seeing-friends-before-the-'real trip' trip. And now, I can't imagine not having had this week.
God is so faithful. He never (okay, that's generalizing--hardly ever) works in the way I expect--or even the way I think I want Him to. And it is always (well, that's generalizing too--always, always, always) better than I ever could have planned for or dreamed up on my own.
And so, through blurry eyes, I type this little note on my iPhone, knowing I'll cut and paste in to a blog post when I reach wifi again...because oh my goodness God is faithful. He has been for generations. He is today. And, though I am prone to doubt out of my own human brokenness, He will continue to be.
And I know this to be true because I just burst in to tears at take-off.