This week the trend has been…the unknown.
I’m not sure where to begin, I’ve been at training camp for 6 days now, and each day has been filled with new questions, new people, new experiences, new fears, and new revivals. I figured I’d kick this blog off with a journal from day 3 of training camp.
July 4th, 2011
Up until this point I hadn’t questioned what I was doing here, but since arriving at training camp I have constantly questioned my being here.
Why would anyone want to leave their family, their
friends, their comfortable lifestyle, everything they
have ever known to live out of a backpack in an
unknown and unpredictable new world?
Why? Because there is a desire deep within, a desire which has surfaced several times in the last couple of years. A desire to go wherever the Lord leads me, a desire to learn how other cultures live, a desire to see the kingdom. A desire for the nations.
My prayer: “Yahweh, show me the kingdom. Arms open wide, death swallowed up by life. Yahweh, show me the kingdom.”
How did I get here?
I can’t tell you how many times I prayed for an answer, I spent my entire senior year of college praying, waiting patiently…ok, maybe not always patiently. “God, where do you want me? What does following you look like?”
I had been praying about applying for the World Race for a couple weeks, but I wasn’t sure if I had the strength spiritually or physically to complete this journey. But I prayed, and the answer came one afternoon as I sat in my room listening to “You Said” by Shane and Shane.
“Ask and I’ll give the nations to you.
Oh Lord, that’s the cry of my heart.
Distant shores and the islands will see, your light
as it rises on earth.”
I asked for the nations, and God provided me with the cry of my heart.
And this is the story of what happens when everything you know is challenged and left behind, to follow an adventure so great, so moving, only God could have ordained it. This is my story.
