So, when the Lord asked me to go to Iran, initially I was soooo excited, but when reality started hitting me, I realized that I would have to take 15 flights!!!!! Some of you might not know that I really, really hate to fly. I don’t like packing or unpacking much, but I totally HATE to fly.
I’ve been through the logical aspects: more people die in car accidents than planes, etc. I’ve been through the medical aspects, just stay awake all night the night before and then take a sleeping pill when you get on the plane. I’ve been through the spiritual aspects: Perfect love casts out all fear, be anxious for nothing, etc. I’m still afraid to fly. So, I had a little chat with the Lord and said 15 flights, Lord, really? 15?!?!!?! It made me stop and think. As I prayed about it, I’d love to say that He took all my fear away, but the truth is is that He is with me in the midst of my fear. My faith is strong enough that when He tells me to go, even though I am afraid, I will go. I love that my faith is stronger than my fear – that can only come from Him. I love that I don’t have to pretend to be the perfect Christian with no fears or doubts, but instead, He works through them and gets me to move on in spite of them. So, I have another flight tomorrow and if you think of me, please pray that even though I’d rather not get on the plane, I will do so in communion with Him.
PS More about Iran in the next blog – I promise 
