Johnny Cash is ringing in my head lately. "I've been everywhere, man. I've been everywhere." I haven't actually been everywhere. It just felt that way some days.
We got word that last week in the States that my husband needed to be in Germany shortly after we returned. We made some last minute plans and I went along for the ride. Seemed a little crazy but it was good actually to have a short time out.
I have to tell you though that the flying is still not easy. There is nothing glamorous about my life the night before a flight. Giant bundle of nerves. There were actually a number of things about this trip that stretched me way, way out of my comfort zone. I keep thinking eventually it's going to get easier. Meantime I am just doing it scared. There should be a medal for that. A big one.
Actually the reward this time was beautiful Deutschland in springtime. I have missed those tiled roofs and deep forests. I had one whole day to do with as I pleased. A friend took me to breakfast. Then I went to the American bookstore and realized it has been years. YEARS and years since I have been to a bookstore with absolutely noone waiting for me. I lingered long over shelves that wouldn't likely have made the triage when people were waiting outside.
We are home again and catching up. We have had a series of challenges to meet here as well but are trying to just use that same approach, one thing at a time, even in the absence of feeling personally prepared and equal to it. A dear friend had just the right words tonight. Just wait on Him and be courageous, said she.
Courageous. Yes. Because courage isn't the absence of fear after all. It is acting in spite of it. Wishing you same for all the brave things that may be asked of you today as well.