In one week's time, I will be well into a 14 hour flight to Beijing, China.
(14 hours?!! My claustrophobia is already hyperventilating.)
For those of you who don't know, I've been wanting to go to China since I was elementary school age. Not to see the Great Wall or the Forbidden City or the Terra Cotta Warriors, although I'm sure those things are incredible. No, I've always wanted to go and just hug the orphans over there. I've tried several times to plan a trip with various organizations and each time, something came up and I was unable to go.
This time, a sweet friend of mine, who is living over there and working in an orphanage, kindly told me when she got her job that I was more than welcome to come and visit AND play with the babies under her care. I believe her exact words were "YOU BETTER COME VISIT" in all caps. Um....no second thinking that decision. Spend some time with my friend and fulfill a life long dream. Yes and yes.
So off I go on this crazy adventure. Semi-scared that China will get the best of me with its weird foods (I don't even like America's version of Chinese food) and over abundance of people and pollution. Semi-scared that I will not be able to leave those precious kiddos behind when I have to step back on that plane to come home. One hundred percent in awe of the perfect timing that God blessed me with in this whole situation. And so freakin' excited that I can't catch my breath.
I'm hoping (and pretty confident) that I will be posting regularly on Instagram. Thank you Jesus for iPhones and iMessage. What did I ever do without them? Truly. I don't want to remember that dark time. Plus, you can be sure that I will take 5 gazillion pictures and want to share every single one. You've been warned.
China.
It's happening.
