
Leaving is always hard for me, emotionally, physically, mentally...and I wonder if God has the right person for the job. (I'm giving 3 devotional talks at the conference and they're in a pretty fuzzy condition in my mind at the moment.) I always feel inadequate and torn.
Ah...but arriving is another story. We got off the plane about 13 hours after waking up in New Zealand, and it was just after lunchtime in Papua New Guinea. Breathing in the hot, humid, tropical air felt familiar and homelike. My island self came to the fore and I am now arrived, body and spirit. (Tired, yes, but arrived.)
My confidence begins to trickle back, that our big, majestic God can do anything He wants...even use the likes of me.