I got to Chicago for “launch” on Tuesday to find out that we would be there until Saturday. (Launch is the preparation for the actual 11-month trip and was held in Chicago. All four squads launching in September were there – around 240 people.)
Are you kidding me? I’m ready to go to Africa. I want to get on the plane right now and meet some African babies, feed the hungry, and show Africa some love. God has prepared me for this trip – There is seriously nothing else I can do to prepare.
In the beginning of the week, I was a bit disappointed and that’s how I felt… Well God had other thoughts and plans for me.
I was NOT ready. I was not obedient to Him between training and launch and He made that clear to me during the week.
Picture this – A humble home. You get out of your car and start to walkup the sidewalk leading to the door. Before you even get close to the door or can even think about ringing the doorbell, God opens the door with a smile and inviting arms, welcoming you home. His love for you has never been more evident in that moment.
Regardless of my past, my Father loves me. Regardless of what I did between training and launch, my Father loves me. Regardless of my mistakes, my temptations, my potty mouth, my Father loves me.
I am literally a piece of clay. God is molding me into the women he wants me to become little by little. God is a gentleman and during the World Race He will only give me as much as I can handle.
When I finally let go of my stubbornness and my independence, I was overcome by peace.
How is God working in my life right now and how can you be praying for me? I’m grieving. I’m grieving over the old me. I’m grieving over friendships and relationships that will never be the same because I’ll never be the same. I know all of this is positive but its hard saying goodbye to the only familiar thing you know. There’s 26 years of memory.
