I’ve been struggling to sit down and write this first entry for about a month now – since the day I was first accepted to go on the World Race. So many thoughts have been circling around inside my head, sowing seeds of doubt inside my heart. I’ve never written a blog before. I don’t know what I’m doing. Who wants to read about me away? Is my story even worth telling?
I had reached a particularly low point two weeks ago where I felt so overwhelmed that the idea of being sufficently ready for this trip on time seemed impossible. Yet, even in the stress, the hopelessness, the worry, doubt, fear and not trusting God the way He calls me to, my heavenly Father, in His unending, unfathomable love, still chose to reach down and whisper lovingly in my ear, “Emily, my dear child, your story is worth telling. Your story is worth telling because MY story is worth telling, and isn’t that the point of all this anyway? This isn’t about you, it never has been and never will be; it’s about Me. It’s about bringing My story to the nations. I am CHOOSING YOU to share my story. I have called you and I WILL equip you; so why are you worried? Rest and see how I will take care of you.”
He then began to shower me with a number of blessings: I had the opportunity to speak about the race in front of my church, the local newspaper asked to do a story on my race, I finally was able to get my support letters out, I received my first handful of donations (one of them being $1,000!), I was constantly being shown nothing but love and support by all my friends and family, and a local restaurant told me they wanted to have a fundraising day for me.
What a reminder that our efforts, no matter how strong or determined, will always come out weak, sloppy, and incomplete when we don’t step into His presence. Nothing has been more humbling. Thank you all for your incredible support of this journey. I am so thankful.
