So I write this knowing that no one will be reading it. A little like a journal, but much more like a letter to the future. I'm no blogger. I like to talk and write essays, but typing my thoughts and experiences? That's a whole 'nother world.
The title says it all, but this is how it happened.
I am a God made midwife. I have dreams placed in my heart of working overseas to help end the tragedy of maternal deaths thats are uncharacteristically high in comparison to the Western world. This 'trip' would not last for weeks, not even months, but years. I have this blessing, that I am extremely grateful for, that gives me a vision for my future, a purpose, a hope. It's a hard task to just jump on a plane one day and not return for years. This would need preparation. Nepal is the first stair of a spiral, climactic staircase.
I 'stumbled' upon this opportunity (but we all know it was no accident) to head overseas to do volunteer work for a minimum of 4 weeks in a Third World country. I chose hospital work and community work, which gave me three country options: India, Ghana & Nepal. Who currently has the least stable government situation at the moment and who posed the greatest risk? Nepal.
It was a decision made. In the space of 12 days I had sent of my application, been accepted, got another job, sorted out my finances, prayed and recieved prayer, sent off my booking form with my deposit, bought travel books and tagged about 62,379 pages, signed up for Anaconda, Rays Outdoors and Kathmandu rewards club cards; 90% decided on dates and flights; researched hiking packs, vaccinations, the language and customs. The point being, everything fell into place without me trying. My only concern? My Mama worries her pants off about anything and everything about day to day life, let alone me living in Nepal for a decent period of time. What's the best and most amazing part? She's cool with it. Miracle!
So let's see where this goes.
One thing I know for sure is that I am sent. (Isaiah 61)
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