Going on the World Race is a huge decision, and it is a decision I didn’t take lightly. I prayed about it. Prayed about it some more. Prayed about it some more…and after about 5 million confirmations and a LOT of stalling, I finally had an encounter with Jesus that changed everything.
I was praying and instantly I felt God say, “Jordyn! How far are you willing to go for me?” And instantly my spirit said, “To the ends of the earth.” Then Jesus said, “Go.” It was that moment that I decided that no matter how far God wanted to take me, I was willing.
But let me just explain something to you. The battle with fear does NOT end with your acceptance letter. I quickly realized that I had 9 long months to agonize over this decision. Nine long months to get nervous and anxious and excited and horrified and sorrowful and at peace. Honestly, it has been an emotional roller coaster.
But I am learning that is okay.
I am learning that Jesus is greater than my emotions, and that when you take a step of faith, it is never going to be easy.
So, in a complete moment of vulnerability and humility, let me just tell you that right now, I hate thinking about the Race. It gives me this massive pit in my stomach. I begin to think about all the birthdays I will miss, the moments I won’t be a part of, the life that will be lived without me, and it scares the living daylights out of me.
But that doesn’t mean I am not going.
I am at a point in my life where I will do anything for the Lord, regardless of how scary it is. I truly will go to the ends of the Earth for Him, because He gave it all for me.
Right now, I feel like Peter when He stepped out of the boat to follow Jesus on the water. Even though at times I feel like I am beginning to sink, I know that Jesus will come and take my hand, because I had the courage to step out.
