Some days I feel like I would give absolutely anything to have one more day on the World Race with my team. Some mornings I wake up and before I open my eyes, I desperately hope that I will wake up in a tree house in Thailand…in a hostel in China…in a guest house in the Philippeans….
When I travel on an airplane…I miss having 25 friends to travel with. When I go to sleep, I miss having five of my best friends to pray with.
Today is one of those days…
Last night I had a dream. I didn’t remember it until half way through the day, but as I remembered it fully I started to cry. I had a dream that everyday I had to walk through a haunted house to get to my normal life. It was dark, there were evil people coming after me…and when I got through it I reached a sunny day with no pain. Every night I would have to exit through the haunted house. Everyday I would dread going though the house, but Sarah Burrows was always there, to take my arm and walk me through. And every night she was there to meet me to walk me through the house again. Everyday I was less and less afraid because I knew she would be there to walk me through.
That’s the friendship God has given us. And that’s the way it continues…
Thank you, Sarah…I love you.
