No one can ever truly prepare for the World Race.
It’s hard.
It’s beautiful.
It’s life changing.
It’s heart wrecking.
It’s tiring.
It’s fulfilling.
It’s emotional.
It’s dirty,
And smelly.
It’s 22 people sharing one outhouse.
But it is one chance,
One opportunity,
One moment after another to choose life.
To choose THE race life.
To choose your teammates.
To choose your ministry.
To choose your living conditions, whatever they may be.
To choose yourself,
But ultimately to choose Christ.
The race is quite possibly, no most assuredly the hardest yet most rewarding thing I have chosen in my life thus far.
I will never ever, like t swift never ever be the same.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
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Last month I forgot all of this.
I forgot to choose into the race life,
I forgot to choose my entire squad,
most importantly I forgot to choose Christ,
but thankfully he never forgot me.
I got frustrated.
I felt unfulfilled.
Useless.
Ineffective.
[insert as many synonyms as you want.]
I didn’t let anyone see I was struggling,
I just had an ongoing, continuous conversation with God.
(Those happen a lot).
The thing is…
I didn’t hear him.
I couldn’t see him.
Yet I still longed for something so tangible.
I just wanted fruit.
I wanted answers.
I wanted to see it to believe it.
I wanted that Thomas moment.
When the whole time,
He wanted me to have an Esther moment.
He was preparing me for “such a time as this.”
Which I didn’t realize until my last night there.
I made friends with one of the staff members at our ministry.
Our conversation on this last night led back to the first time we had talked.
He thanked me, yes thanked me for our friendship.
I actually laughed out loud. Embarrassing, yes.
The point is he told me something I had forgotten.
Yet it was something He saw in me,
Something Christ had redeemed in His life, through mine.
It was indeed something the Lord told me before the race, but I needed to be reminded of.
That you are right where you need to be.
That sometimes you don’t know why,
But you may only have one chance.
And you have to make the most of each opportunity.
You have to live each moment to the fullest.
That you have to be Christ in each moment,
because that may be the only Christ that person sees.
And that’s what makes the hard, tiring, smelly days all completely worth it.
Because perhaps, we all are having an Esther moment.
Perhaps, we are ALL born for such a time as this.
Whatever that time may be, make it yours.
Even more so, make it Gods.
Make a difference, be the change.
Live up to Christ’s expectations for your own “race” life.
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