Tonight is my last night at the Spoon Drop Inn for a while... Tomorrow morning, Dad and I head north, where my Burmese housemates await me at the Angaying Inn. I'll miss the homecooked meals, my lovely Lothlorien room, and the time I got to spend with my mom and dad and Beau-puppy. But I'm really excited to rejoin the team at I-House and see what God's going to do this year in and through us.
Last night I had a series of three or four dreams... at this point, I can't remember the details of any of them, except that in each one I said, "This wasn't my plan!" and God said, "But it was mine." When I woke up this morning those were the first thoughts in my mind, and I've rewound and replayed them over and over. I don't know what His plans are, but more than anything I want to be a part of them and see them unfold just the way he had in mind.