Let the packing begin!

18 days until I leave for Virginia!

I officially started packing today. I have thought long and hard about how to pack for 2 years. I have come to the conclusion that with or without stuff, I will be just fine. This way of thinking has lifted the stress of forgetting something. I will just do what the Macedonians do. "To the Macedonians, become a Macedonian, to win the Macedonians." Isn't that the point of going?  

1 Corinthians 9: 19-23 - Though I am free and belong to no man, I make myself a slave to everyone, to win as many as possible. To the Jews I became like a Jew, to win the Jews. To those under the law I became like one under the law (though I myself am not under the law), so as to win those under the law. To those not having the law I became like one not having the law (though I am not free from God's law but am under Christ's law), so as to win those not having the law. To the weak I became weak, to win the weak. I have become all things to all men so that by all possible means I might save some. I do all this for the sake of the gospel, that I may share in its blessings.

The past few days have been very productive as far as preparation goes. I'm almost through with my reading assignments for Virginia and have gotten a good jump on my paper. I've begun the Visa process. Did an interview for the commissioning service at Brook Hills, and lastly, I started packing! Praise the Lord! 

A few more notes... ginnafay.com will be revamped soon! That will be my official Macedonia update blog. I bought a new camera which will aid in some fun video updates from the field. I am super excited about it! and incase you are interested, I will be commissioned by the Church at Brookhills on July 18. They have three services... 9, 11, and 6. I would love for my friends and family to be there. 

I suppose that's it for now.

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