Over the course of the last 5 months we have met a lot of people. However something that still blows me away are our contacts that we met every month. They are amazing, faithful people. Sometimes they’re American missionaries and sometimes they’re locals. They’re married, single, families, loud, quiet natured. It’s been a joy to work with all 5 of them. The thing that always strikes me when we met these people and get to know them and their families is their goals, dreams and visions for their ministries. Not that this should be a surprise, if you have a ministry, especially a foreign ministry, you should always have vision for what you want your ministry to accomplish or do. Some of these visions are big: having your property someday become a missions training center, moving you and your family to America so you can attend seminary. Some are happening in front of our eyes: building a girls home, a building so other world race teams can do their laundry in a machine, a grand opening of the new coffee shop. We’ve been surrounded by vision since we left home.
I’ve never been much of a dreamer. I don’t know why. My half joking half serious saying is always “If you don’t have expectations, then it’s just a surprise.” is a lot of how I’ve lived my life. I remember being 14 years old and my brother-in-law asking me what my goals in life were, I didn’t have an answer. I had a lofty dream once, I wanted to be a country music singer. That hasn’t paned out yet. But goals…dreams…visions for my life and future, I can’t say I really have any. At least not any that aren’t the normal”Get married, travel, spend time with family and friends, World record holder” you know, the regular things. I don’t have an real answer as to why I don’t dream. Why I don’t plan my future. It may seem like I’m a fly by the seat of my pants kinda gal…only when ice cream is involved.
But lately I’ve started to think of some wild things. My hope was always that after the Race I’d have a better grasp on my future. The things I want, the job/career I would want. Direction. And over the last month or so(It started in Honduras) I’ve started legitimately thinking about what I could begin to do. A lot of my options include school. One with a much bigger after. I’ve started to think “What if?…” and I don’t just mean big things. I’m talking massive dreams that would takes years, lots of friend-power, and more prayer than I’ve ever prayed on my part. Things in which I could potentially fail. Heck, I’d most likely fail. But if I try and fail, well maybe I’ll find something better along the way.
