When mama was sick I spent eight months praying for her to have peace and watching her die. About two weeks after she passed I made a plan to move to Texas in the fall. For so long I had been living in survival mode and making decisions based on the here and now, without always looking at the bigger picture. I was excited to go to Texas. In a way it was an even smaller version of my trip. Still something new, still an adventure, just one location.
I told a friend that I was going to move and he stopped for a minuted and asked me if I had prayed about this. No, I told him, I had decided.
For a week I could not get those 5 words out of my head. Over and over I thought, "Have you prayed about this?" So I started praying. I wrestled between asking God what I should do and telling Him what a good plan Texas was. God instilled in my heart my original love for adventure. My big broad plan not contained by worries or fears. I had a chance again to go anywhere and do anything. I was no longer afraid of going somewhere and being alone. God had never left my side for the past year and I felt stronger than ever that I could go anywhere with no one but Him. I was no longer afraid of what I would miss when I was away. Life is precious, fragile, and sometimes short. I may miss things while I am away but I will get to hear about them, see pictures. Better yet I will have pictures and stories to share of my own.
I prayed and googled. I landed on the World Race site and knew this is my next adventure with God.
