Inspiration for writing has been swept under a sea of busy-ness this week. Hurriedly preparing for a trip of a lifetime and spending as much time with my family as humanly possible.
But last night I was laying in bed trying to put how I felt into words. And the only thing I could come up with was Excited, Broken Heart. Excited to meet the wonderful people of Ghana. Excited to help and encourage children. Excited to travel. Excited for new experiences. Excited to be doing something I am so passionate about. But oh so broken hearted:
God's favorites (How I love Katie and her heart). Yes, these are God's favorites. And when you look at it like that, I know that what I am doing is where I have been meant to be for a while.
So on Saturday I am going to head out excited, broken hearted. I am going to love new people and fight for the vulnerable. And excited, broken hearted is the perfect place to be.