August 31st, 2011
I arrived back in America after my World Race journey to 11 countries in 11 months and I loved every second of it.
A recent photo of me.
In recent weeks I went to Gainesville, Georgia to the Adventures in Missions office to help on serve team for two weeks of World Race Training Camps! I got to meet other World Race alumni and pour into a new crop of Racers with hours spent serving them. I also ended up with pen and paper in my hands to ultimately write eighty prophetic poems while in Georgia (I have written a few more since then and still have eight to go)!! Talk about a lot of words!
Either way, the memories flooded me. My training camp for The World Race was FOUR years ago in 2010. I met my tribe, my people, S-Squad (1st Generation). The ones to walk through so much with me on our journey around the world and the ones to love me through the process of healing I didn’t even know I needed. I also met countless others who incorporate a family of believers that span the earth. All stand quite beautiful and I’m proud to call each one family, even the ones I have not met yet!
The truth of the matter also hit me. August 31st, 2014 will be the THREE year mark that S-Squad landed BACK in America!
The years since have led me to Kansas City, Wisconsin, West Virginia, a summer in Chicago, but NOT outside America even though I wanted to leave again as soon as I got home. I sit here now and thank God I had to wait, but it still stinks sometimes.
I even ended up in Texas for a year to be a houseparent for foster kids (way more intense than the Race in my book) and to do the Texas School of Supernatural Ministry at Cathedral of Praise in Austin, Texas. Cathedral of Praise and the school was where I felt most alive, but I know the seventeen teenagers I encountered to be “my kids” will forever hold a place in my heart.
Not many pictures were taken and I didn’t keep up with my blog other than my poetry (as best I could anyway). I went silent. My dreams, my heart went silent.
I mean they spoke louder than ever in those moments for everyone at Cathedral of Praise knew my heart for the nations. (I didn’t even say anything about it…oh Jesus!) I…I just…I let parts of me die. I learned so much about myself and my identity as a Son of God and a co-heir with Christ, yet the dreams He spoke to me on the Race I let wither and I think part of me began to doubt, to doubt that He ever spoke those dreams to me in the first place.
Stay tuned to the re-ignition story of some dreams and how you can help invest into them.
*Note: if you cannot wait and want to start investing, then please e-mail me at [email protected] and I will let you know the best way to do so. Thank you!
