I have recently been thinking about my mortality, human life is so fragile and temporary. Three people that I know have died since the beginning of the New Year. People that I can only assume thought that they had plenty of tomorrows to live out their dreams. I have not had many moments where I felt my life could be taken from me but when I have felt that way it reminds me of what a gift it is to be alive. At 23 years old I feel like my whole life is in front of me, but in reality I have no way of knowing what day will be my last day on earth. It would be a shame for me to just assume that I have all the time in the world to do the things I want to accomplish, wait until “the right time” to take up an opportunity, or wait until later to accomplish my dreams. Life is a gift that should not be taken for granted or wasted on thinking back on past glory days without making any attempt to make today a day to remember.
Since coming home from the World Race I have had the opportunity to meet up with friends from high school and college. Share my stories with people from my church and speak to the students at my grade school. I spent Christmas with my family being surrounded by people who I love very much. I went to Honduras with my parents and brothers over New Years to help build a playground at an orphanage. I spent a week in Georgia reuniting with my World Race family where I was tremendously encouraged and blessed. In Georgia I was reminded that my days of living a good story are not over, not even close. The World Race was just one chapter in the story of my life; it was filled with adventure, hard work, growth, community living, and eye opening experiences. It is now up to me to keep living a story that is worth telling.
God has an amazing plan for me, one that is even better than my own plan- He told me so Himself.
As long as I am willing to listen to where He is leading me and trust Him to take care of me along the way I will do something great with my one wild and precious life.
