So, you think I'm going on the World Race because I'm adventurous……..brave………or super faithful?
I am none of those things.
I'm boring, chicken, and sometimes even skeptical.
But my Father is not.
So for these next 11 months, I'm going to hold on tight to the belt loops of my Papa. I'm going to let Him fight the battles for me. I'm going to go the places He's going; hug the people He's healing; see the lives He's transforming, and allow Him to take the lead.
I'm going on a Father-daughter getaway. Perhaps more like a take-your-child-to-work day year.
It's not me, it's Him.
It will never be me. It will always be Him.
-It will be Him that heals, feeds, and clothes.
-It will be Him that redeems, renews, and provides.
-It will be Him that loves, comforts, and transforms.
You see, the beautiful thing about my Papa is that He is gracious enough to let me have a little part in His story. 
Like a sweet dad allowing His little girl to take the wheel, He will choose to let me have a turn or two along the way. And maybe He will speak through my lips. Or heal through my hands. Or set free through my testimony.
And I'm not going to try to take control like I've done so many times before. I'm not going to be the little girl, barely old enough to tie her own shoes, that is questioning her dad from the passenger seat saying, "Are you sure you know where you're going, daddy?"
So many times I've been that little girl.
But I've learned.
I know better now.
Wherever He says to go, I'm going. Whatever He says to do, I'm doing.
For a loving Father who wants His children to live out this adventure, I am grateful.
Not worthy. Not deserving. Just grateful.
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