Cold Feet

Literally. The floor is cold.

We're going to Mexico in a week. Me (Chelsea), Tara, Nick, and Zoe.

I'm starting to get figurative cold feet too. This too shall pass. We're leaving September 2nd, and bought one way tickets so we have flexibility, meaning we can stay indefinitely or come back inmediatamente if we are over it. But we're going with the sole purpose of preaching the good news, and we have a supremely excellent crew, so things should be just peachy. Or should I say, amelocotonado.

Welcome to our blog. If we have internet access, I'd love to update it, and I will whenever possible. But WILL we have internet access? WILL we speak Spanish when we get back? WILL one of us find our true calling in Mexico? WILL WE BE LEAN, MEAN, PREACHING MACHINES?

There's a million things to think about, right? Well...What, then, shall we say to these things? If God is for us, who will be against us? (Romans 8:31)

I like the sound of that.