Saddle Bags

I just recieved word that airplane tickets have been ordered, ground transportation is being arranged, and hotel reservations are being made for our stay in Jimma - Okay so now I am nervous. This trip is not just a dream, it will actually become reality.

On one level I think I am really crazy for going. I am leaving behind my wife and children for a whole month, my own bed, a full medicine cabinet, television, tap water, convenience stores, my books, and a summer vacation filled with whatever I want to do. I won't be moving up the salary scale as much as I could or should, because I won't be able to attend the many professional development opportunities which crop up in July. I won't be able to mow the lawn (YES!!!) I won't be taking a long sought after two day camping trip, where I camp by myself and drink coffee, and hike, and read, and write ( I did not tell my wife about these plans yet). I won't hug, kiss, or nag my children for a whole month. The wife and I won't . . . well you know. So am I crazy?

Of course not! My grandfather put it best when he said, "Mike if you don't go on this trip you'll regret it five years from now and maybe the rest of your life. Opportunities like this don't come up often". He's right. I have no idea what is in store for me. As much as I might read, or talk with others about going, I will have to experience Ethiopia myself.

I am hoping that what I am experiencing now, and will experience in a few months will shape me into a more decent, happier, easygoing, God-fearing/loving person. Perhaps a part of the anxiety I feel now is because I am anticipating too much? I know some will advise me to go into the experience open, without expectations. I can appreciate that, but I think it better to, "Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God; and the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus."

So I do cast all my cares on Him; as Pastor Baird once said, "saddle Him up". Good thing He's got big saddle bags!