One of the first blogs that we are asked to write about for our readers and future World Racers is: why The World Race?
I wrote about this briefly but I feel it was a dissatisfactory and generic answer.
Tonight, as I rummaged through my emotions about life in general, I found the answer in one word: Displacement.
I have found myself completely displaced in this puzzle of life, with no where to go.
I have the printed image.
I have the cut-out edges.
I have the ability to fit somewhere. I do fit somewhere.
Where that is, I do not know.
Over the last year it seems that I am a single puzzle piece swimming in an array of puzzles.
The wonderful news is that I found my box.
I found the box into which I originally came from.
I found the box to which I have always belonged to.
I found God.
On this box He has painted an image.
The image to which is my life.
The image to which I fit perfectly in.
The image to which I was designed for before birth.
In this box are several other pieces with similar images printed on them as they are on me.
I have my family.
I have my friends.
I know that they belong to me.
I know that I belong to them.
I know that we were designed for each other.
I know that we are part of this beautiful image, this beautiful puzzle that God created.
But there are still so many missing pieces.
I am displaced.
What I have been doing for the last twenty-two years of my life has been unsatisfactory.
I have the tools but I have discarded my skill.
So when I am asked this question, over and over again. My answer will be: I am displaced.
I am displaced but I have found my way back to God and this is what He has given me.
He has given me the pieces of the puzzle that will finish that beautiful image He painted.
They are in the form of 11 countries.
They are in the form of 11 months.
They are in the form of 11 faces, 11 lives, 11 moments, 11 opportunities for change.
Change that He had already planned and intended for.
You may not need to believe in me.
You may not need to support me.
You may not need to understand me.
But know Him.
Know that He does these miraculous things for a reason.
Know that He knows me.
Know that He knows you.
Now all you need to do is open your heart to Him and let Him show you the puzzle.
Which is exactly what The World Race is about.
