Spain is creeping up closer and closer, and will be here in less than three days. I have undoubtedly been looking forward to this…except for all those doubts that are suddenly popping up. Will I be missed? Will I be able to communicate? Will I make friends? Will I get lost in the darkest alley imaginable and be stolen off to the recesses of Europe? (What is possibly worrisome in itself is that that last fear is barely on my radar.)
Before all these can be tackled, however, I have to actually step onto the plane, which means I have to actually make it to the airport, which means I need to be packed and such by then, which is a problem.
My to-do list so far:
- take defensive driving
- do laundry and pack
- clean and vacuum my room
- buy a laptop battery
- return my tricked-out rental minivan
- visit a few more people….
….and so on. So a few prayers would be helpful.
On that note, though, I am blessedly confident that the Lord can handle this to-do list and everything else that gets thrown at me this semester. The Lord is big enough to handle language barriers, and metro schedules written in every language but mine, and loneliness, and crazy food with black olives. The Lord who can run the world as he wants can figure out Europe for a semester, I think.
“He wraps up the waters in his clouds, yet the clouds do not burst under their weight. He covers the face of the full moon, spreading his clouds over it. He marks out the horizon on the face of the waters for a boundary between light and darkness. The pillars of the heavens quake, aghast at his rebuke. And these are but the outer fringe of his works; how faint the whisper we hear of him! Who then can understand the thunder of his power?” Job 26:8-11, 14