The Reason

Confession: Traveling terrifies me. I’d absolutely love to think I am one of the brave ones…one of those that God calls to go to faraway lands to spread His word. But…wanting to be brave and being brave are two very different things!

I remember the first time I mustered up enough courage to go aborad. I was a wee little sophomore in college on my way to spend a semester in the bustling Latin city of Montevideo, Uruguay. I had been a bit ill from nerves and kept asking myself if I really wanted to study in a foreign country.

And now…5 years later, I hear that little voice in my head again telling me it’s time – that it may be the last time for a LONG while.

Sooooo why you ask? What’s the real reason I’m getting on a stinking 3 layover/four plane trip to South America? (And that’s just on the way there)

You already know why! Is is not because I’m in my prime (that’s what people are telling me anyway) and still semi-young and because we only live life once so we gotta grab it by the horns and stress our parents in the process?

Yes.

But also, there’s something about traveling that makes my heart beat faster and forces my eyes to open a little wider. I think maybe God sometimes calls us to reach for more – always for His glory.

So my friends, Cuenca, Ecuador is my destination. I wouldn’t call myself brave, because I fear the unknown and sometimes let my doubts get the best of me, but I do want to see more. And of course, I’m in desperate need of practicing my Spanish!

Wish me luck. Day one begins tomorrow. 

“The purpose of life is to live it, to taste experience to the utmost, to reach eagerly and without fear for newer and richer experience”

-Scope Magazine :)