Lord, am I ready?

I leave for Africa tomorrow..and there are butterflies, a whole flock of them, flying around in my stomach. I'm not nervous or fearful..but I can't help to ask "Lord, am I ready?" Am I ready to experience a year completely stripped of everything that is comfortable to me? Am I ready to see the pain and suffering of a whole nother world that lies in Africa? Am I ready to be your very hands and feet that you have called me to be? Am I ready to be challenged, stretched, and broken in my own heart? Am I ready to experience a piece of your glory in a completely new part of the world? ..I don't know.

But perhaps it's a good thing. If I felt completely ready...I would have something to boast about. I would have something to control. I would have expectations to fulfill and a plan set for myself and my year ahead. If I were ready..I wouldn't need to be dependent on the Lord. So as a matter of fact..in not being ready..I think I couldn't be more ready.

Lord, I'm all yours. Use me, stretch me, mold me, break me. Make me completely dependent on you, so that everything that is done this year would come from you alone, and not me. 

Lord, I'm ready.