I've walked over to my closet... and looked in... then walked over to the dresser... and opened one drawer. Stood in the middle of my room and looked around, and then laid on the bed with my feet up on the wall. For all my excitement to leave, I can't seem to pack.

My thoughts lately have been for those I will encounter - the little old ladies that are slightly hunched over, the older men who stand curiously at a distance, and little kids who can't hang onto you any tighter... and I'm humbled. Now more than ever.

This is my time. My calling. My opportunity. Its funny to look back and see how frustrated I was with God for not opening doors to do this sooner - but a lot of things and situations had to happen. So this is perfect timing as always, imagine that. A lot if not all of the pillars that form my life come from the Bible, and here is what has been running through my mind for the last few weeks-

'Suppose someone needs food or clothing, and you say 'well good-bye and God bless you, stay warm and eat well!' but then you don't give that person any food or clothing. What good does that do?' (James 2:15-16)

I'm moving to a place where the need is for water and food. Awesome. I've got a tangible form of love for a tangible need.

We get so wrapped up in our phrases - you doin good? how are you? take care! - that we don't actually SEE the person we're talking to. What if they can't take care? What if they're not 'good' like they responded? What are you going to do about it?

Or then there's this to mull over - 'to know what you ought to do and not do it is wrong' (James 4:17). Talk about conviction.

So I'm humbled - I get to do what I ought to do. I love it already.