Two years earlier...

Somehow I found myself flying with a planeload of surfers, surfers on a mission. Our mission was Bali. Coincidentally this trip was to be the 10th anniversary of the first Surfing Bali trip. It would also end up being the largest mission with over 100 surfers moving through the streets of Kuta Beach. All in all Surfing Bali 2007 would turn out to be flat out awesome.


I did not know what to expect. Had I known the sunsets at Nusa Lembongan would have been half as beautiful, I might have took more pictures. Had I known the people would have been so genuine and caring, I might have taken more time to learn their language. Had I known that God would have touched so many lives, I might have prayed more.


But I didn't know this ahead of time. I found all of this out as soon as I stepped foot off of the plane. What lay ahead of me was only an adventure waiting to be discovered. The friends I have made from places I never thought I would have visited will never be forgotten. I can only imagine what is in store for me in the adventures to come, where I might end up, and who I might meet. Only He knows.

Bali ended up being life-changing experience with the promise of more to come. Where will He lead me next?

Skydiving is for idiots, who jumps out of a perfectly good plane for fun?

I now sit at the threshold of a new chapter in my life. One that promises great adventure and life-changing experiences. Still I find myself nervous, anxious, and a little hesitant. I think it's the first step or the leap of faith that one dreads.

Imagine skydiving. The hardest part is not the falling thousands of feet at terminal velocity, its the first step. The initial leap of faith, hoping that the the parachute was packed properly and that you land at the designated destination, is the hardest part. After taking that first step, everything just happens as a consequence of the initial leap of faith. Like a chain reaction, you don't have to concern yourself with falling, gravity takes care of that for you. Pulling the rip-cord is nearly instinctual. The parachute opens on command with minimal effort. Landing just happens because the ground is always beneath your feet. The only thing that required a bit of confidence was jumping out of the plane.

The leap of faith. Knowing that He has a plan and a purpose for everything that I do in my life. Understanding that I have little control over the future. Trusting that He will always provide and would not let me fall.

This journey began several years earlier in Indonesia with a voice in my heart calling me to this lifestyle. This leap of faith that finds me jumping out of my plane, a comfortable lifestyle, and lead me to the far reaches of the world.

Next stop Bangladesh...