Ireland or Bust: Midnight

          It's midnight. It's officially July 7th. Today is the day that I leave for Ireland. Today is the day that I get on a plane for 10+ hours to go serve the Lord. 
          I'm scared of flying. I believe very strongly that if the human race was meant to fly, we would have wings. Unfortunately, the rest of the world disagrees, which is why they built a huge bird-thing to fly for us however many years ago. I can't sleep because I'm scared of walking and that plane, which is why I'm writing at this ungodly hour. It may not be late for many of you, but I like my sleep.

          I know that this is what I'm supposed to be doing and I know that with my whole heart, but have you ever had the feeling that someone was trying to keep you from something? Have you ever felt someone tugging at you in the opposite direction? Not so much that they knock you off your feet, but just enough to make you question where you're going? That's been me for the past week or two. 
          There is not a doubt in my mind that God is in Ireland, with or without me there. I don't know why right now, but I know he wants me there. I'm pretty sure he wants to teach me a lesson, but he wants me there. 
          It's midnight and I can't sleep, but not because I think this is a bad idea. I can't sleep because I feel unworthy, which I am. Aren't we all. This is the time to work despite being unworthy because that's what I'm meant to do, to show people that you can still move outside of our boundaries.
          It's nine hours until I get on that plane. Nine hours until I'll be flying in the air for 10+ more hours. Nine hours until I take a step in the right direction; towards Christ. Pray for me and my team, Lord knows we're going to need it.