I’m home.
And I thought at the beginning of the race. When I typed the words.
I’m home.
That I would be in Seattle, Washington. Loading my backpack into my parents car and hugging my family.
But plans change. I’m back in America at Project Search Light. In Georgia …
Project Search light is a training/ debriefing time that World racers attend a couple weeks after being home with their families.
Plot twist: I got off the field like 3 days ago. Not 3 weeks.
But. Even though I’m not ‘home’ in Seattle with my people. (Who I miss so much) I’m home wherever I go. Home is not a place. It’s a person. His name is Jesus.
There’s nothing in this world that will satisfy our longing of wanting to be home. Until we’re with him. He lives in me and is with me and when I rest in his presence I’m home.
I’ll land in Seattle in a few days but until then I’m at PSL and I wanna share how PSL is changing my heart and how it’s prepared me for this next step.
I just traveled around the world for nine months.
I’ve boarded countless flights, Seen places & Reached parts of this world I never thought possible. I came with expectation that Jesus was going to move.
I’ve seen miracles.
I’ve experienced healing and redemption in my life and so many others.
I’ve stood up from the ashes of defeat with people and for people.
This is not the end of my race. The world race is not the greatest thing I will do. This is only the beginning. My life is a race and I’m running it with endurance.
I’m stepping into this transition with the same amount of expectation that Jesus is going to move. Just like he did these last nine months.
I did not have to travel around the world and go on a missions trip to be changed. Jesus changed me. It wasn’t a country, a person or a certain place.
All of that impacted my walk with him. But ultimately it was him who made me who I am today.
Going home is hard. It’s hard to go to the same place you left as a changed person.
I’m different. I walk with more confidence. I walk knowing I have the Holy Spirit in me. With more authority and faith. I walk out everyday expecting him to move.
I’m not use to America. Can I just say culture shock!? Why are there so many boxes of cereal in one aisle!? Driving on a road where everybody is ACTUALLY going in the same direction. Woah.
I’m love Jesus and where he’s taken me and where I’m about to go.
But I’m still only human, I’m trying to be like Jesus. But I’m not actually Jesus. I’m going to need some time to breath. Time to process. Time to be human. I’m gonna need grace and patience.
I have one plan for when I get ‘home’
To eat pancakes with my family.
That’s where I’m at, and that’s okay. I don’t have to have everything figured out. All I have to know is that Jesus is going to provide. I trust him. I love him and I’m ready for what’s next.
Thank you to everybody who has supported me as I went on the World Race. I’m so so thankful and I can’t say it enough. Here’s to running, walking and waiting with Jesus.
