Well folks. This is it.
I’ve been home for about a month now, and I’m just now getting around to writing my final blog. This is quite the indication of how crazy life can get after returning home from the Race.
I don’t know what to say. I loved it. I miss it. I miss my friends and teammates and the people that I grew to love so much. I miss the travel and the craziness and the languages and the food. I miss the feedback and the team times and the debriefs. The Race was an incredible time in my life; it stretched me and grew me and challenged me and matured me in so many ways.
But it wasn’t the Race that did all those things. It was the Lord. The Race simply gave me the space, time, and community for all those things to happen. And He’s not done yet. He’s still working on me. As I take this summer at home, and then move to DC with my sister in August, He is continuing to mold me, to show me his love for the world. He is still calling me higher, still pushing me forward, and still holding my hand. And I can’t thank Him enough.
The World Race wasn’t easy. But I have no regrets. I would do it over again, in a heartbeat. I would tell my sisters and friends and anyone who asks to go for it. I had a great experience.
I don’t really know how to end this. I felt like I had to write at least one more “I’m finished now” blog. I’m not sure if I’ll continue blogging on another platform, but I’ll let you know if I do! I guess I just want to finish by saying THANK YOU! to all my teammates, friends, family, contacts, and supporters that have followed me on this journey and made this experience possible. Thank you.
