In the midst of the flurry of getting ready to leave, saying good-byes, cramming our suitcases (then weighing them and redistributing their innards), catching the shuttle at 3 a.m. to get to the airport and finally plopping in our seats on the plane...the thoughts cross my mind:
"Am I really suppose to be here? Wouldn't someone else do a better job? Do the clothes I'm bringing really go together into presentable outfits?"
Losing a nights' sleep doesn't help make a girl feel adequate...but God is big. Even though I don't have all my talks put together (because I'm just now finding out about some of them), God knows what He's doing...and He's more than adequate. And the biggest miracle: He can make me adequate!
Here's a picture of one delightful moment on our lay-over in Sydney. (I think a man bearing coffee in the midst of a busy, crowded airport...and who expects nothing of me but to sit in a comfortable chair and enjoy it...is one of the most attractive things in the world!)
That's so nice! =)
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