Ireland or Bust: T-Minus One Week

          I first knew that I was going to go to Ireland in October. Throughout the year, I always felt like i had time. Time prepare, to pack, or to plan. One week from this day, I will be getting on a plane. I ran out of time. 

         It's not that I don't feel ready and it's not that I don't feel as if I had enough time, but I'm a little worried that I'm not worried. I have no anxieties about going to go serve the Lord and the people of Ireland. I have no doubt in my mind that this is what I'm supposed to be doing and yet, I feel like I should be questioning myself more. 
          I'm not just going to Ireland on my own, I'm going with five other people. And I'm not just going with five other people, I am leading five other people. I'm just some girl from California leading a group of people into a country that I've never been to and I'm not worried. That's scary.
          I don't know if it's because I'm still a week away from being there or because I don't have anything to be worried about, but I still don't really feel like I'm going to cross the Atlantic.
          God is good. Never would I have ever imagined being led to serve over seas. But one week from today, I will be doing just that. So pray for me. Pray that I will be patient, that I will be humbled, and that I will not pee my pants and cry on the plane. Have I mentioned that I'm scared of flying? More on Ireland to come.