Sometimes I think back to laying on my sleeping pad in the middle of an open, crowded room, full of giddy excitement, sleepy faces, and hearts yearning for the world we were soon to embark upon in Little Mexico, Georgia. Only dreams filled my mind of reaching this point in the race.
Today I lay in my bed in this mansion-like house, where silence fills the air, except for the sweet breaths of my beautiful sleeping teammates. Different dreams fill my mind at this point.
Dreams of numerous stories yet untold of my experiences and journeys, dreams of Poppa’s provision and favor lavished in vast quantities, and more recently, dreams of what He holds for the future of my life beyond the walls of this place and this race.
It’s all a process. We go through seasons preparing for something only to reach it, and then we begin the process of preparing for something else. In all this preparation, do we ever just seize the day?
Many things bless a World Racers heart, but for this WRer, the one thing that blesses my heart, outside of the ministry I’m daily involved in, is the ministry that my journey brings across the oceans to the hearts of those back home; those who intentionally stay updated with my blog, leave comments, and send me emails. That makes me feel so loved. I feel known, heard, encouraged, and challenged to keep pressing in here on the field. It makes missing holidays and big events feel less lonely and missing those “once in a lifetime experiences” feel less dramatic. Being so loved and supported from so far away always brings such a warm and sweet joy over my heart.
As much as you might think your quick little response on my blog doesn’t really affect me or “matter”, it’s not true. The words that you may be sending my way may be in fact the words that I’m waiting to hear from the Lord, and He’s using you as a vessel to get to me.
Remember March 7th that I asked you to pray about so many moons ago? Here’s that blog:
I remember being little, sitting in first grade and people from the community would come in and tell us about their jobs. Later we would voice what we wanted to be when we grew up. I always said, “teacher” and to this day my momma would say she agrees that’s what I’ll be. I never really “knew” what I wanted to be, come on I was 7, but “teacher” sounded sophisticated, and what kinda lady doesn’t wanna be sophisticated when she grows up?
I now know what I wanna be when I grow up …a teacher…
of God’s word. I want to carry His name wherever I go. I want to see nations, cities, and communities rise up and call Him by name. I want to see lives changed by the gospel. I want to watch people grow as they move from salvation into a relationship with our Father and experience grace and life transformation. I want to be what God calls me to be, a disciple that goes into all the nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit and teaching them to obey everything that He’s commanded” (Matthew 28:19-20).
God’s taken me on a journey that’s led me to a new season that I’ll begin walking in upon finishing this race. He’s used the voice, unbeknownst to herself, of a precious soul that opened my eyes to a calling in my life. He’s opened a door to bring His kingdom to a new place – Morgantown, WV.
I’m excited, overjoyed, humbled, and honored to announce that I’ll be joining the West Virginia University CRU movement as Part-Time Field Staff next year! The journey I walked to get to this exciting step of faith is quite lengthy – full of prayer, seeking the Lord and wise counsel, and patiently waiting. It’s my hope that Poppa will fill my mind with words to simply convey this journey in plain text to share.
Overall, what I’ve learned through this process is that you never know who God will use in your life to bring about His greatest plan. That person that’s right now softly whispering in your ear may be God’s megaphone, screaming words that will so gently paint your future.
Back to the Support Raising field for me! Praying for Poppa’s blessed provision once again!
