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...