What was your favorite country? The grossist thing you ate? Did you only sleep on the floor? I was prepared for these questions, rehearsing their rebutalls in my head repeatedly like the good missionary I had become, inserting the obvious nod and southern smile prepared by years of grooming and charm school taught by mother.
So what's next?
Silence. A choke in the throat. A stammer of the tongue. Eyes darting from side to side, hesitance etched over every limb of my body, arms crossing and tucking, untucking and uncrossing as my body shifted from foot to foot.
Foolish to believe heart to pen and pen to paper had prepared for me the flood of curiosity that was overcoming me following a year of endless travel. Foolish to believe that the simple reply of sleep and american cuisine wouldn't suffice their longing to know what this so-called "world changer" was going to do next.
Unable to articulate a year's worth of passion brewing inside, of dreams being dreamt, of desires being stirred, my response found its home among the cracks of, "Rest" and "Not sure yet." Unable to push forth with the weight of a years worth of beautiful faces and sweet encounters resting in my mind, hesitance and avoidance became my norm.
There was so much I wanted to do, so much that violently stirred and thrashed my heart about. So much possibility beyond a lifetime of expectation I had built for myself, expectation that with the conclusion of my time on the field, the Lord was still knocking down hard.
So waiting I did.
Indulging in the comforts of home, I found the days spiraling forth, one right after the other, until I found myself in the back roads of Georgia, amongst a frenzy of die-hard, sold out crazies, pouring themselves at the feet of the Lord. Shameless. Wrecked. After what felt like an eternity of longing and thirst, I found myself crying, singing, dancing, and rejoicing, seeing the familiar child of wonder be filled with unmistakable joy, wanderlust for my King on my tongue and etched in my soul.
And it was there in the polyboard filled cubicles of Adventures in Missions the fight was surrendered, laid down, and a new song, a new dream was being written. The whispers of the Lord louder than ever before, screams of discipleship and shouts of new depths of growth unmistakable, confirmation and affirmation at the questions and wonders that surfaced within following the Race.
So what's next?
Come September, bags will packed once more. Hugs, goodbyes, and see your laters will abound, signifying a new beginning, a new journey, a new chapter. Planes will not be taken and passports won't be stamped for this time I will find myself in Gainesville, GA partnering with Adventures in Missions once again in the newly formed program Center for Global Action.
Center for Global Action, the brainchild of Seth Barnes, gives Racers fresh from the field the opportunity to once again live amongst real and raw community, receive incredible discipleship and mentorship propelling the spiritual growth already established on the field, as well as foster the passions and the stirrings of ones heart into Kingdom Dreams.
Described as "not a button-down, cookie-cutter school" CGA believes that through the combination of discipleship and authencity in tailoring programs "around your interests, passions, and talents" they will be able to equip the next generation to change the world.
And that's what I'm going to do. Change the world.
So what's next?
During my three months at CGA, I will be blessed wit the opporunity to partner with many in the AIM community who share the same passions as I do. Some who have this intense and deep dwelling desire to see women walk out of brokenness and witness the lovesong of freedom being sung other them. Some who's hearts beat so furiously for the Nations, who daydream of returning to the dust swirled roads of Africa and the beautiful faces of Asia. Some who see the artistry of the Father and have this yearning to bring Kingdom through design and spaces, to create homes as a place of freedom, healing, and worship. All who want to see Kingdom invade Earth NOW,
So what's next?
Please pray about partnering with me in my efforts to continue forth with Adventures In Missions.
I will need $600 a month to cover my expenses, $1,800 for the next three months.
Help fund my work with Adventures in Missions.
Help fuel my kingdom dream.
Help me fuel the dreams of others.
Help me be the life changer, the world changer, the earth shaker that He has called me to be.
Help set the world ablaze.
A prayer, a life forever changed.
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