I’m so freaking scared.
How many times have I written that sentence in my journal over the last year? How many times before I traveled to the Czech Republic alone for a vision trip? How many times after I said yes to moving there for two years? How many times as I’ve done trainings? How many bazillion times as I’ve been fundraising?
I’ve written it too many times to bother counting, and it was true every time. You wouldn’t expect God to send someone who’s struggled with anxiety for twenty years onto the mission field. Or at least, I didn’t expect it. …
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