As I type, there is only ONE more day until I leave for training camp. Just one more shift at work and I will be on a plane to Georgia, getting ready to represent my squad color and meet the people who will become my family for the next year of my life. I should be packing.
I should, but I am not.
Tonight I feel so heavily under spiritual attack. More [major] things have gone wrong in the last two weeks than I can count on my fingers and toes. And when I say major, I mean life-altering major. AND to all the ones I hold closest to my heart. I truly believe Satan is trying to spook me, and in a way, it’s working.
Fears and doubts are crowding my mind.
My heart is aching with sadness.
I almost don’t want to go.
…almost.
In retrospect it seems that actually being on the World Race is the easy part. It’s the leaving and the returning where the struggles come.
Yet Papa has been so faithful in so much. I could talk your ear off for days about His goodness throughout this process. I KNOW this is the journey He is leading me on. He has made it so beautifully clear. Despite the raindrops (monsoons?), one thing remains as true as ever:
Even as the storm rages and waves lap over the side of the boat, I know that I am not in the boat alone.
I know this full well. I have come too far and He has been too faithful to give up now.
So take that, Satan.
“Be strong and of good courage, do not fear nor be afraid of them; for the LORD your God, He is the One who goes with you. He will not leave you nor forsake you. “
Deuteronomy 31:6
“I promise you what I promised Moses: ‘Wherever you set foot, you will be on land I have given you … No one will be able to stand against you as long as you live. For I will be with you as I was with Moses. I will not fail you or abandon you.”
Joshua 1:3-5
