I've just arrived in El Paso. Not quite Mexico. But close enough. I could probably see it if I looked outside the hotel window.
Along with a few dozen people, I'll be crossing the border to Mexico sometime tomorrow (officially today), beginning a 4 day mission, offering help to orphanages, churches, and missionaries in Juarez. I both hope and worry that this trip will stretch me, push me unwillingly out of my own comforts. Many others are hoping, praying, for that exact refinement. I'm uneasy about it, but what choice do I have that I have not already made?
As it passes 1:00 AM in El Paso, sleepiness calms my nerves as we settle down for the night.