green fields and nomads

I'm off in a few hours.

The excitement that was nonexistent has literally built up in the last two hours. There also lies a slight feeling of anxiety, a feeling of inadequacy. Did we do enough? Did I do enough? Are we ready?

Pastor Sang spoke in the free gift of grace last week. Never is it in our own power, our will or even our own abilities. The grace believer receive is free, forgiving and sustaining. It is to this thought that I cling onto as we head to the land of rolling fields and sparsely scattered people. As God's workmanship, we are enough.

Today is the beginning of a busy, busy month -- far busier than I would prefer. But I am grateful for the opportunities afforded me this August. From going to Mongolia, to interacting with my students, to witnessing my best friend enter a lifelong partnership, to spending time with loved ones, my heart almost quite literally bursts with gratefulness. I know I am undeserving of these priveleges, and I only hope I can convert this thankfulness into something more useful, more beneficial to the people around me.

"and i think to myself... what a wonderful world." louis armstrong