I am feeling a peculiar mixture of emotions as I prepare to depart for Spain- happy and overwhelmed and apprehensive to name a few of them.
I feel like Bilbo Baggins after Gandalf and the unexpected party showed up at his door and summoned him for an adventure. There is a part of me that would just as soon stay safe and snug in my hobbit hole, and let brave-hearted folks go to faraway lands to meet a dark mysterious stranger (who just happens to be my father- there’s the rub).
It has dawned on me that I really don’t know my father…but I want to so much. Please keep praying for me that I will “go out with joy and be led forth with peace.”
“Sister Olive”
