Some days I think about my upcoming adventure more than others, but today was one of those days where I couldn't help but think about Africa all day. Today I told myself. "Claire, it's really happening. You're really going to be 8,132 miles from home for 6 months and living on a ship."
It's funny how God can be humorous sometimes in our lives and really push things forward and continues to when we say, "Thanks, but no thanks. I'll stick with my own plan."
About a week ago I received and email from a lady with Mercy Ships asking if there was any way possible I could fly into Johannesburg early, which wasn't something that really sparked my interest. Although, I checked into it and it would've been $800 to change my flights and such, so that was a no-go.
Ha, well not quite. About three days ago, I was contacted again. This time though they were basically begging me to come early so that I could be trained for my position as a receptionist before we set sail. Most importantly, I was told they would cover the fees. Thank the Lord. So, its true. I'm now beginning this journey a week earlier than planned, 2 months from today, but I've never been so sure that this has been what God's been planning all along.
It's so cool because now I can clearly see my place, my calling, my desire unraveling right before my eyes. I've longed for a moment of clarity like this for so long now. I am humbled how blessed I am to be going out into the world, to the ends of the earth, and serving a loving God all because He's called me there.
