Though my eyes were weary this morning and still heavy with sleep, I still knew. It was almost as if I could feel the time ticking with my own beating heart. One month until Africa. I can barely think it without my eyes beginning the blur of tears, without opening my mouth to drink in a deeper breath. I thought it would be forever away, and I hoped it would be sooner than later. All of these months have slipped on by and here I am, afraid I am not quite ready for the journey this heart is about to embark on. And I know it will be... as much a journey of footsteps as it will be a journey of the heart. But perhaps all of the preparation in this whole wide world cannot prepare me... so I will just continue to handle the things on my list, and leave the things of the heart to God.