One Week Out

Gears are activated, and plans have been made. Bags have been packed, unpacked, and packed again to maximize every available space. I frequently check to ensure my passport is tucked away in a safe place. I have this unnatural fear that our 95-pound dog will eat it. He eats everything. My checks on my checklists are getting smaller day by day. 

    168 hours before I leave the USA to travel east. 216 hours until I get to see the faces of my brothers and sisters in Christ that serve relentlessly.  We stand in unity and partner with them to bring Jesus to their nation. Ukraine is where the Lord has called me to go. With open arms and helping hands, I surrender to His plans. With every obedient step I take, I rest entirely in his arms. Surrendering is beautiful. It’s peaceful. It’s freeing. 

    Our mission is to assemble and distribute Christmas boxes. Boxes filled with winter survival gear and food. It’s cold now in Ukraine, and the electricity is sporadic and delicate. Our distribution plans could change in an instant, but you know what? God knows every minute. There are no surprises in his writing of our days. He is in control. 

    I will write, so I will remember. I will write, so people will know that God is active. I will write because God is astronomically bigger than the tiny boxes many people put him in. 

    I’m not sure what the entries will say in the coming days, but one thing I do know is that God knows the words even before I do. I know there is an army of prayer warriors praying. Without them, I wouldn't go. Deep gratitude comes to my mind when I think about each one of you.