I remember the day well. It was the end of May in 1991, and my mother was sending me off to Wyoming for the summer as a missionary with the Southern Baptist Convention of Texas. Despite the adorable demin jumper with a colorful sailor collar I had on, I was down. And scared. I’d never been away from my mother for more than a couple of weeks and even then, I could drive 55 miles home to see her if I really needed to do so. And here I was leaving her and going some 1,200 miles away for eleven weeks. ELEVEN WEEKS. What in the world was I thinking? The first couple of weeks proved to be difficult at best. My tear-stained cheeks certainly put a damper on my partner’s spirit. She wanted to fix me and make it better, but we both knew that I just needed some time. Time to grow up and learn to rely on God. And I did. We had a tremendous summer where we learned more than we thought was possible. Spending that much time on an Indian Reservation will do that. Spending that much time anywhere will do that. If we’ll let it. You’re in a place in your life. You don’t know what the future holds. You don’t know what plans are ahead for you. You don’t have any idea what lay on the horizon. Neither do I. But we know Who does. Wherever you are in your life, learn. Learn something from it. As the old adage goes…Grow where you’re planted. I am confident that God will meet you where you are.