What on earth am I going to do now? I took a step and God ran with it. I don’t have any goals or expectations, not really. No bucket list of things I want to do. I have learned the hard way that life very rarely works out the way we plan. I do hope and pray that God reveals his plan for my life during all this preparation and on the race. I am finally ready to live for him after all this time. I am scared but that is just normal. Humans do not give up control of their lives very well to another. It does not come naturally to put someone else’s goals and wants before our own. That is, however, what I want to make peace with in my life. I am looking forward to meeting in person with the other members of this race. We have been sharing with each other on line. What countries we are looking forward to being in most. What we think it will be like. I am trying to keep an open mind and not romanticize it all. Living out of a backpack for 11 months in third world countries is no picnic. I find myself going over and over the list of things to do. Settle things with my apartment, write my fundraising letter, renew my passport, find health insurance, see my doctor about traveling out of the country, deciding what to sell, what to keep and where to store it all (do they have a discounted rate if I pay 1 year up front), mail my fundraising letters, what address should I use when I am gone (mom vs sister), who will file my taxes and renew my license plate tags, get a backpack, does anyone have a 2-4 man tent I can barrow for training camp, what items do I have to have, will I raise the funds needed to cover all my costs, and will Mini ever forgive me for leaving her? Are just a few items running through my mind all the time. Now I must remind myself to take a deep breath and remember that God is in control. He will provide for all my needs.
