I’m going home next month… I am not looking forward to another month on the race… no more 60 hour travel days, no more airports, no more squatties, no more jungle, no more broken down buses, no more languages, no more weird food, no more 24/7 of the same 5 people… just the land of opportunity staring back at me. I have been listening to my squadmates, reading blogs of “you know you’re a world racer when” and blogs of those that have already returned home. It’s honestly the weirdest thing that I actually did this…this trip I mean. So what do I have to say about month 11 on the race?
Well…for the past 5 or so months, I found myself using so many “if nothing else…” lines. I realize all of the time that his year was absolutely worth it, because “if nothing else” I’ve changed a lot. If nothing else, I’ve met so many people and been to so many places. If nothing else, I have learned to live in community. If nothing else, I’ve learned to lead a team (through Africa). If nothing else, I have learned a lot about God and about myself. If nothing else, I can be honest.
I had no plan to change on this trip… I decided that I wanted to change the world and did not realize that I was the one that was going to change. It’s scary to know that one season is ending and another one is beginning, but that is what the Lord has been showing me lately. I have been given this awesome gift called the World Race, it came and went, and now it is the beginning of something new… really new. I am most afraid of difference… for example, I thought about the automatic ice maker on our fridge yesterday and had a mild heart attack.
All the fear and apprehension aside, I know if nothing else, I hold the hand of the Lord. If nothing else, He has a good plan. He has better plans than I could ever come up with (leadership taught me that). If nothing else, I know that I lack nothing. If nothing else I stand on solid ground, walking with the One Who loves me and makes me secure and confident to place one foot in front of the other.
