I am NOT your typical World Race racer.
If people were out looking for the perfect World Race candidate, they wouldn’t choose me.
Sure, I love the outdoors. Sure, I am not picky and will try nearly anything you put in front of me. Sure, I want to tell the world about Jesus. BUT, the World Race is so much more than that.
The World Race is all about taking risks . . . .and I am NOT a risk taker. (The neighbor kids actually used to call me “Safety Girl.” Being careful and safe and making sure those around me were careful and safe was my goal.)
The World Race is all about change . . . . and unless of course you are talking loose change on the ground, I can’t stand it.
The World Race is all about a WILLINGNESS TO CHANGE yourself . . . and I am kind of fond of the way Jenny Lynn Ellis is.
The World Race is all about feedback . . . . and I cry and get defensive every time I receive criticism.
The World Race is all about never knowing what is coming next . . . . and I hate that too.
We go from place to place, country to country, team to team, activity to activity . . . never being anywhere long enough to get comfortable, never being anywhere long enough to feel secure. The food we eat changes, the ministries we do change ALL THE TIME, the people on our team change, how we are treated changes, our emotions change, living conditions change, friendships change, leaders change, CHANGE, CHANGE, CHANGE!!!!
Yeah, it can be completely overwhelming at times.
Of all of these changes, saying goodbye to the people I love is the hardest of all, and this has been true ever since I was little. I would go to camp and cry for days once I returned home. The school year would end and I would mourn for a week over because I had to leave my friends. Even before college, I cried ALL throughout graduation because I didn’t want to leave my family. I grow so attached to people, and when changes come, I don’t know how to react.
The first and HARDEST goodbye on this trip was the one at the airport when leaving home. It took EVERYTHING in me to actually turn away from my family and my friend, Melissa, and start walking to security. And even when I did walk away, I kept looking back. I wanted to see them as long as I could before that chance was gone for 11 whole months. I love my family so much and hate to be apart from them, so honestly, WHY did I choose the World Race?