I’m an emotional basket-case right now.
Where are all these emotions coming from? Geez.
Turn off the waterworks, lady.
As you’re reading this, I’m on my way to El Salvador … without my husband, without my children.
This is not a vacation.
This is me not being my typical selfish self, being obedient, and stepping outside of my comfort zone.
I’m going to be used by God and to do whatever He wants me to do at this place.
(Don & Terri Triplett, missionaries to El Salvador)

This is uncomfortable for me.
And, I believe I need to be more uncomfortable.
I sat in the bathtub last night and told the Lord that I really didn’t want to go and asked why He ever put me in this position. I don’t want to go.
His answer: “You’re going.”
Yes, Lord.
I remain uncomfortable and, to be honest, nervous and a little scared.
Who am I to be used in this manner? I am way too unholy for this. And, my faith is not near where it should be.
But, here I am, Lord … use me.
It’s easy for me to say, “Lord, I trust You.”
It’s harder for me to believe.
Why?
God has never … NEVER … given me any reason not to trust Him. Never.
Yet, I still remain in the place where I doubt and don’t fully trust the way I know I should.
God, I want to trust You.
And, I continue to declare these words, “God, I trust You.”
And, with my whole heart … every bit … I will believe that You are going to do something great in my life and the lives of those with me and those I come in contact with.
Uh, OK … I think I’m a bit hormonal. I’ll be fine tomorrow.
Please pray for my team that we would be safe and be able to effectively reach those that are in need, despite the fact we’ll be sporting true missionary fashion of long skirts paired with tennie shoes.
But, all is not lost, I did get my hair done.
To which Beau responded with, “You’re getting your hair done before you go on a mission trip?” (like that’s the craziest thing he’s ever heard) In my defense, if I wouldn’t have had these roots died, I would have come home looking like the lead singer for Berlin … you know, dark hair down to blonde ends. Seriously, I had to take preventive measures.
The hair ended up like this.
To which Beau responded again, “I like your hair darker.” Nice.
I’ll have limited to no internet access, so, of course, blogging will not be happening. Looking forward to giving you a full report when I get back.