You gotta start somewhere.
I''ve lived all my 56 years in North Carolina. Last year was the first time I visited the outer banks.It created one of those "Aha" moments where the little light bulb goes off inside your head.
What was I missing? Or what else could I do?
A second moment came seven months later from my dear friend and mentor Christine. As she casually commented that the missionaries on the El Salvador/Honduras trip this summer would be giving out Christmas shoeboxes from Samaritan's Purse.
I didn't have alittle "aha" moment this time.. My head exploded on the inside.
"It's time. Do it."
Yea, I've talked about someday delivering those shoeboxes I have so faithfully packed for years to a child in another country. It sounds so cool and so noble. And SO far away. Now the idea was staring me in the face. Not the little lightbulb Outer Banks idea. This was a fullblown, pit bull growling, put up or shut up moment kinda idea.
And the pounding of my heart inside my chest, and the shortness of breath I experienced at the thought caused my second reaction to this news.
I called Angela. She's my physician. Cause these boxes are being delivered by donkey and backpack. To children in villages. Villages on the side of a mountain. I'm still hoping this idea is some type of folklore, I don't know. It's this idea that eventually found me sitting on the examining table in her office. Discussing cheery stuff like, HDL, aorta valves, weight. Yeah, WEIGHT. The pivotal thing that by getting a grip on, we think the other stuff will fall into place.
So to soothe my nerves and keep me under the proverbial "accountability" category whenever a plate of chicken 'n dumplins waltzes past me at the Crackle Barrel, I now blog.
Stay tune people. This outta be hysterical.
BTW, the FIRST thing I did when my little brain had it's heart pounding do it now or do it never moment? I went home and sat in my time out chair and talked things over with the Lord. He needed to know how nervous, doubtful, "why why why" seriously, ME?!! I felt. Well, He probably already did.
Because it was Him that picked up all the little pieces of brain and put them back in my head. Then put His arm around me and assured me we could get this done, together. After all, it was His idea to begin with.
