
Well... tomorrow's the day. All of the report cards, and cleaning, and saying good-bye, etc... is finished. Yesterday was our last work day at school. (The picture is of my students, at their 6th grade promotion, this past Thursday.)
Today I'm going to a soccer game in which two of my students will be playing... and then out to lunch... and then another good-bye.
After that all that remains will be to finish writing a massive paper for grad. school and to pack. I purposely got up early this morning to try and pack. It's not that I haven't started - there is lots of "stuff" in my suitcases. I've given away loads of other "things". I just know, though, that my suitcases are NOT going to be under the weight allotment. And so, here I sit, not wanting to part with most of what is in these suitcases!
Tomorrow, a van will come to pick seven of us up at 4:30 a.m.. We'll drive the 4-5 hours to San Pedro Sula. We'll check in via the "out the door" lines, pray our luggage isn't too heavy, and then wait for a couple of hours. We'll fly to Houston... then say more good-byes. I'll fly to Chicago, laugh hysterically with my mom, whilst trying to haul my huge, heavy suitcases the 3 miles to where she parked her car. Then we'll drive the 3 (or more - if we get lost!) hours home.
And so, here I sit. Having already said so many good-byes, I'm ready to leave - and yet still feeling overwhelmed by a small amount of fear about the unknown. I'm choosing to cling to promises given by the Lord.
Psalm 56:3-4 - "When I am afraid, I will trust in you. In God, whose word I praise, in God I trust; I will not be afraid..."

