This whole World Race lifestyle looks a bit ridiculous from the outside, and really sometimes from the inside. It is a little crazy to have a ten day logistical planning trip to Australia 
where you need set up for over 100 people and you’re going a few months before them but you only start thinking about your trip about eight or nine days ahead of time. So you should jump on an airplane and expect God to go before you and line stuff up? That is a little absurd but that is pretty much what we do.
The whole thing starts with a simple conversation in a basement in Michigan where the logistics team is looking ahead to January and February. 18 teams are launching in New Zealand. Do we have anything confirmed? No. Who can leave next week? How about Australia? Do we know anyone there yet? No. Who can go next week? Now there is a lot of prayer. A lot of emailing, internet research, talking among the staff, searching out possibilities along with some more prayer. And then some plane tickets are purchased.
And before I know it I am standing in Brisbane, Australia with Mark Schandel wondering “what now, God?” I had one Skype conversation and swapped emails with a few people…this should get interesting.
And so our week unraveled with us not really ever being sure where we were going to lay our heads that night but receiving the blessing of hospitality wherever we went. We never went hungry and we weren’t even that uncomfortable. But the best part was that wherever we went we were wrapped in the grace of God. He showed up. He gave us favor. And He surely is greatly blessing those that blessed us.
