A lot goes into World Race preparation – fundraising, gear buying, frantic packing, frantic unpacking – and training camp. By the way I still haven’t packed. But that’s fine. Anyway… training camp. I’m taking the next 10 or so days to head out to Georgia, meet my team, sleep under the stars, and prepare spiritually, emotionally, mentally, and physical for 11 months worth of mission work around the world.
 
You might be wondering. Jordan, how are you feeling? Good question. A friend asked this question the other day. My first description was “I want to throw my head under my sleeping bag and not come out.” Not really sure what feeling that translates to, but eventually I settled on intimidated.
 
So, what am I intimidated about? First, I’ve never done something like this. I’ve prepared for mission trips before, gone through orientations, but never as intense or in-your-face as I’ve read up on training camp. Also, I LIKE schedules. No question about it. I want to know what’s going to happen. Not necessarily when it’s going to happen. Shifting schedules have never bugged me. However, walking off an airplane at 9:15am Saturday and getting back onto an airplane the next Saturday evening with absolutely no idea of what will happen in between just makes me nervous.

Even if I knew I was going to do something crazy, I’d rather know before I do it. But, I see this as good. As much as I like to tell myself I know what to expect on the Race, I actually don’t. The extent of my ACTUAL knowledge about the race stops at where I’ll be going. We haven’t received information about specific contacts, exact cities in countries, what mission work we'll do…or when the race actually starts. All I know is where we’re going. This is training camp, but on a smaller scale. We show up, receive direction, and respond. Nothing has leaked, nothing has hinted.
 
I MUST trust the Lord or I’ll go insane. Hopefully training camp will relieve me of this.
 
Also, don’t get me wrong. I’m looking forward to camp. Meeting my team, camping for a week (hopefully sleeping in some rain), learning a lot, experiencing the holy spirit in ways I haven’t, being exposed to worship styles I haven’t, getting inside jokes, beginning bonds, REALLY (at least to me) starting this journey. I’ve heard amazing things from training camps: deafness healed, broken bones mended to allow a girl dance on the last night of worship. Just to name a few.
 
So, what am I intimidated about? After considering what I’ve written, it comes down to nothing I guess.
 
I’ll do my best to keep you all updated about camp. I’m taking my computer, just not sure how much free time we get.
 
Oh, by the way… OU STILL SUCKS!!!!!! HOOK’EM!!!!!