Hmn.
So, I've been praying about it , and I think God want me to go on this short-term missions trip this summer.

Part of me is like, "Go for it!!"
The othe rpart is like, " Are you sure this is God's will and not just yours?"
And still another part is like, "You're crazy if you're going to go. You've never left the country. You hate planes and boats. And hot weather."
"Oh, but the adventure! the culture! The views! The chance to share Christ! The language! The children! The service opportunities! It'll be magnificent! Life-changing!"
"Are you ready for something that intense? Are you fit enough to walk miles, carry children, help in the hospital? Are you strong enough in your faith to watch terminally ill children play and be content? Can you handle all the life-changing wonders that will happen?"
"The heat. The water. You have to wear skirts for two weeks straight. Sleep on a roof. In oppressive heat. The sun. Blech. The plane. Over water. Eek! Ocean. I've never flown over ocean."

And so it goes on. and yet, I still feel like God wants me to go.