“Change can be so constant you don’t even feel the difference until
there is one. It can be so slow that you don’t even notice that your
life is better or worse, until it is.” -Life as a House
 
I’m not exactly sure when the change happened. It could have been the first day when I choked down the twig-infested soup we were served for lunch. Maybe it happened the third day when I huddled together with my teammates under a tarp as it poured rain all night. Quite possibly it was the last day when I knelt by a homeless man in downtown Atlanta and prayed for his blind eye to see as tears streamed down both our cheeks. I’m not sure when it happened, but somewhere along the way I changed. I died a little more to myself, and lived a little more like Jesus Christ. 
 
And all this happened in 11 days. 
 
I can’t imagine the change that will take place during the 11 months I’m gone. Already I sense my faith growing stronger. I sense the power of Jesus Christ brewing up in me–ready to be released. The best part is that I am only one of 80-some people this is happening to. Together we will go out and run with endurance the race that God has set before us.
 
 
Stay tuned…