If you are on this site, you probably either know what the world race is or who I am. But you probably don't know much about the both of us. So i will explain a small portion of both.
The world race:
If you are unsure of what this means, this means that I am going out of the country for 11 months. I will be going to 11 different countries and doing a variety of different misisons, depending on the country's needs. The link below will send you to my "route," and will give a brief description on the country and what I might be doing there.
http://worldrace.org/?tab=routes&subtab=september-2012-2
Me:
To friends, family, aquiantances, and collegues this trip may come as a surprise. I've rarely voiced my passion for missions. I've been very timid in my faith. But that stage in my life is over. God has been changing me in ways that i've never experienced. He's changing my heart. He's changing what I know to be important. He's changing my passions and desires to His own. I'm only interested in what God is doing. This is something that I wrote this month. It's what my heart is crying out. This is why I have to go:
I am not content here. Jesus told his disciples to get up and leave everything.
Immediately they left.
Jesus told them not to worry about food, for it was only God's word that was fulfilling-
that sustained life.
I will never be fulfilled unless I'm doing God's work.
I want to hand Him the opportunity to prove himself.
I want to look back on things that should have never worked out.
Then I want to be able to point to God.
I want God to be the only explanation.
I am free by grace.
I need to spread the good news.
I am ready to rid myself of the distractions.
I'm sick of worshipping God on Monday and by Wednesday have dissapeared into the fabric of this place.
I'm done.
I'm sold out.
Nothing else matters.
Nothing else matters.
I have a reason to sing and dance,
Why be still?
Why silence what God has done for me?
I want to be a disciple.
I am not content here.
My heart will never feel satisfied until I'm resting in God's hands, alone.
I was never made for this
To work 7-3:30 to get a paycheck to buy mountains of dust.
Everything is dust.
All that remains is the Trinity-three little lights that can turn dust back to life!
I have been called.
Here I am.
Four white walls can never contain the spirit, how foolish!
I will worship in this room and the walls will bow down with me.
Everything that is good is God.
God is love.
God is grace.
God is freedom.
I have been called.
I need prayer. I need support. I love our God.
"All of the day I want to be where you are, Holy Father."-Leeland
