A common symptom of the pre-World Race. Freaking out. It takes place within blogs. In the arms of a friend or parent [if they’re supportive.. or even if they’re not]. It might be found on the walls of facebook groups. Finishing school is a hassle for some on top of bills on top of working on TOP of fundraising for the race [on top of double the funds for those racers who are married].. faith in God never seemed so demanding.
I had my biggest freak out right after I got accepted on the World Race. I got the phone call of my acceptance, said goodbye and hung up. I normally pace when I’m anxious. But I remember running around my house from room to room yelling, “oh shoot, OH SHOOT!” A mix of excitement and dread of fundraising.
..but who started the thinking that God waits until the the start of the World Race to begin calling us out and into raw faith?
Some nights I lay down and as soon as my head hits the pillow my mind is racing with a hundred different ideas and ways I should fundraise. And then God is reminding me to keep coming to Him. Praying. Looking in His word. Asking Him for what I need. He never wanted me to stop doing that before I got accepted on the WR..
Mark 4:26-28. A parable about a farmer. The farmer sows his seed into the ground and goes about his way sleeping and rising. He doesn’t know how and when the harvest will come but it’s his job to get up in the morning, do his work and go to bed at night keeping patient vigil over his seed until he received the harvest.
I sow into things daily. School. Family. Relationships. Fundraising ideas. Responsibilities. And while these are important, ultimately my job as a farmer is to sow into my ever-growing seed of love for God (Matt. 22:36-37).
Sounds corny maybe, but that’s it.
I can plant into prayer, and end each day in exhaustion from praying so much. My eyes can sting at night from reading His words so much. I can begin to feel the physical strain & labor of a zealous heart that’s continually hungering and seeking after God.
And often those types of farmers don’t go to sleep worried and burnt out and overwhelmed, but rather filled. They don’t know when or how a harvest is coming, but they know God.
And they believe in the simple truth, that what you reap you will sow..
a harvest is coming.
