I have life before me still
and Thy purpose to fulfill;
yea a debt to pay Thee yet:
Help me, Lord, and so I will.
~Herard Manly Hopkins
I'm afraid to go to YC.
Afraid I'll get the call I so anxiously claim hasn't come yet.
Who will go with me?
If I get the call, pray I have a friend who does also. God's love is enough, but companions are so valuble.
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Do you think I don't know that? That the call can come at any time or place? It was my thought exactly, but here I am blogging, because THESE ARE MY THOUGHTS.
Perhaps I am sensing the call on a constant basis. YC has always been a rebirthing point for me. Strangely enough, though, this year it feels as if I've had one a month back already.
At YC there is alot of talk about missions. My fear is that one will be where God is leading me.
And I am afraid, because it might take me from everything I've ever known. I know God would take care of me, but honestly ... it's like people being afraid to walk on the glass floor of the CN tower. You KNOW you won't fall, but yet you're afraid.
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