These past three months have been the best of my life.
And i imagine things will only get better.
Everything about my life right now seems so surreal.
i don't ever want it to end.
While 8 more months sounds like a lot,
It seems like only yesterday I was gearing up to launch.
Where did the last three months go?
I can remember asking this same question at the end of month two.
It was this harsh realization that two months had already passed
and I had no idea where they'd gone.
And i had to ask myself the question:
Have I taken every single day for the gift that it is,
And walked in the fullness of who I am in Christ?
Sucks that I know the answer isn't what it should be.
Lately I've been freaking out.
I broke down the other day because I realized that
home is never going to be the same again.
I just wanna run and never stop.
I wanna go to the ends of the earth.
i wanna live out every single one of my dreams.
I wanna jump on a train and see where it takes me.
I wanna ditch all my money and material possessions
and just walk with my God.
Only three months in, and I'm already planning
a getaway at home where I imagine a good majority of it
will consist of shouting because I dont
know what the hell just happened, and just sitting there
staring at the sky.
I feel like such a hot mess right now.
Like I'm living out the philosophical question:
"what is life?"
This World Race thing is not for the weak of heart.
I learned that day one.
It just keeps hitting home lately.
Almost like something is registering in my Spirit whispering:
"There is no turning back."
Either my life will consist of me being radically
sold out to Jesus, or it won't.
Plain and simple.
If we're really honest with ourselves,
there are days that we don't want to choose Him.
And just like the WR is no joke,
neither is Jesus.
But once you've tasted of his goodness,
there really is no turning back.
