It's gonna be worth it, it's gonna be worth it all.
I'm listening to some International House of Prayer (IHOP) songs on youtube, and this is the refrain of one of them. And my immediate thought is this trip to Russia/Kazakhstan. (It helps that I just read half of my reader for my trip, but still.) It's far more exhausting than I realized to raise funds, I get to try to deal with details like visas and immunizations and finding miscellaneous teaching aides, and all I want is June to hurry up and get here. And I know that once I get there, I'm going to have new information and situations thrown at me left and right so fast I'll get dizzy. And frustrated. But I believe that it is going to be worth it all. There's this warm, cozy feeling I have that tickles my stomach and pulls at the corners of mouth, despite the fact that I know transplanting myself to literally to other side of the world is going to be far from cozy. I just know that it is going to be worth it all.
