The Drawing Board
It must have around 10 years ago that I felt the Lord put a little dream in me. I got a strong impression that God was going to send me somewhere outside the USA for a year. At first, I decided on Spain. I've always wanted to go there (still intend to get there someday). Then Spain didn't look like a promising option for the career I had picked (Physical Therapy), in addition to the fact that I don't speak Spanish. So, then I picked Germany. It seemed the perfect location with the perfect place for my career. For the past 6 or 7 years, I have dreamed of doing Physical Therapy at an US Army hospital in Germany. I have tried to contact them and send my resume' for about 3 years. They finally let me know recently that there is little to no chance of me getting there.
Stronger and stronger, I feel the call to go. But Lord, the door keeps getting closed on me! So, I have gone "back to the drawing board." In the search for other options, the door that seemed wide open was the World Race.
Am I Crazy?
Well, the World Race is not quite what I had in mind. I won't be working as a physical therapist where I go. I have to leave my career behind. For 11 months. It's not just one country; it's 11 countries. I don't get to have a predictable schedule. I get to do whatever, whenever, however, for whomever, wherever I happen to go. I don't get to create a home for myself in far-away country. I get to build family with a team of (as of now) strangers as we travel place to place, living from a backpack and tent. I still don't speak Spanish, but I will by the time it's over.
I asked my dad, "Am I crazy?" He keeps reminding me that this is God's calling and I am not crazy.
I'm feeling deeply insecure and inadequate for this unexpected journey. But why not just jump in and go?!
