Wasn’t I just writing a blog about having 4 months until launch? 4 months to prepare for the rest of my life? 4 months to soak in the comfort and conveniences I’m so used to? How am I already down to a single digit countdown until launch?
I know I’m supposed to do the World Race. God’s given me a peace. I'm sure you've been wondering what I've been doing. Mostly just…
- packing. (which is way more stressful than I imagined.)
- working through my never ending to-do list.
- figuring out finances. (and medicines, and taxes, and technology…)
- crying.
- spending time with my sweet friends and family.
- celebrating Thanksgiving, my nephew’s birthday, and Christmas.
I don’t exactly know what God has planned for us this year. Some days I feel really excited. Being honest there are some days I feel really tired just thinking about the race and life. There’s going to be so many cultures, ministries, children, challenges, relationships, traveling, and probably sickness. I wonder if I’ll have the energy to even do it. Will I be willing and able
to share?
to be vulnerable?
to grow?
to help?
to be selfless?
to say goodbye?
to change?
to lead when necessary?
to speak truth?
to genuinely be present?
And then I start thinking about life after the race. Really It’s exhausting. Sometimes I let myself get caught up in the intensity of everything and I want to take the easy road. When I question ultimately where I belong I have to remember why I’m doing this. God changed my heart between March and August. I clearly recall verbally saying several times that I would never do the race (ha.) All this is just to say to you guys that this has been a crazy experience and without God’s peace I would NOT be doing this. It’s hard.
But I know I’m where I belong. And I will tell myself that in every country.
'here in your presence God, I find my rest.'
