There is a beautiful cross that overlooks the city of Antigua, it sits on the side of a mountain just beside the city. This morning we walked up to the cross one last time before we leave the city on Thursday. As we sat at the foot of the cross we shared stories of our families; remembering their love for us, smiling and laughing as we share what they have done for us, and what they mean to us.
It made me feel alive to remember my family without crying, and laugh as I told stories of my momma sacrificing her needs for mine, my father being the best man I know, and my sister showing kindness to everyone she comes in contact with. I am so lucky to have a family who cares so much for me, and supports me in whatever the Lord has called me to do. I want to share with you a few stories I remembered and shared with my World Race family.
I remember my senior year of college, it was November and I was playing my guitar and singing with a friend in the Divinity School chapel at Campbell University. I told my mom a few weeks before I would be playing, and shared with her how nervous I was. The morning of the chapel service I was trying to calm my nerves, so I called my mom to get some encouragement and she told me she was 15 minutes away from Campbell. She had taken the day off to drive 2 hours to come see me play a song that only lasted 3 minutes.
I remember when I got a job working for Campbell University Athletics. When I called my Dad to tell him I got the job, I could tell in his voice he was proud of me. Then after each home football game I worked my Dad would call me and we would talk about how the game went. I loved my job, and I loved being able to talk to him about something I knew he also loved.
I remember when I had just received an email saying I needed 3,000 dollars to be able to attend training camp for The World Race in July. My sister slipped 100 dollars into my purse that she had made cleaning dishes at a local restaurant.
my mom
my dad helping at my fundraiser
my sister and me
one year my Dad dressed up for tacky day at school haha =)
my sister and me put on my mom's yoga clothes…and did some "yoga"
I miss my family. Most people would say that's a given. However, I had no idea just how much I would miss them each and every day. Today gave me a reason to smile when I think of them, rather than just thinking of them with tears flooding down my face. (which was my state when writing this blog.) I know the Lord has called me here, and I know that He is guiding me and my family through this journey. I thank God for them with every tear, and I know by seeking in Him, He will satisfy my needs.
Isaiah 58:11

The Lord will guide you continually, and satisfy your needs in parched places, and make your bones strong, and you shall be like a watered garden, like a spring of water, whose waters never fail.
Matthew 6:32
But seek first His kingdom and His righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well.
Mom, Dad and Jess,
I love you guys so much. And I miss you each and every day. But I know the Lord has called me here, and He will protect me. Remember, as Mrs. Mary Lane says: it's November, which is only a month from December, which is almost Valentines Day, which is practically Easter, then comes July. So, I will be home next month.
Love you!
Caitlyn
