I’m gonna let you in on a little secret…
I didn’t actually hear the LORD tell me to go on the World Race.
Before you start making assumptions, keep reading.
It was January of this past year, and I was confused about the direction my life was headed. I wasn’t up for the idea of a full-time job after I graduated in May. I didn’t want to go back home and live with my parents. I wasn’t ready to get married. I knew I had a lot of decisions to make, but I had no clue on how to go about making them.
Thus came the idea of traveling overseas. I have this thing called wanderlust: a strong desire to travel, so why not live overseas for a couple of years? I applied to Hillsong College down in Australia, and I knew if I got into this college, all my dreams would come true. I would be a famous musician. An Aussie man with a beautiful accent would find me in a coffee shop and insist upon marrying me. (I’d make an exception for him). I would be able to say “I live down unda” in the Australian accent I would pick up. My imagination was running wild, and nothing nor no one could stop it.
Weeks went by, and I didn’t hear a peep from the college. I was frustrated; worried; anxious; fearful. My dreams were being dashed away before my eyes, and I couldn’t do a thing to stop it. One night, I remembered something I saw on a friend’s facebook page. She was in India on the World Race, hanging out with orphans and taking pictures of their beautiful faces. I saw the joy those children had, even in their dire circumstances. “I need that kind of joy,” I thought. “I want to give everything to You, LORD.”
So that night, out of frustration, I signed up for the Race. It was more of a joke, at first. I thought to myself, “I’m not gonna actually do this. It’ll just be a way I can feel like I’m doing something.” After the interviewing process, I was accepted for the Race! I felt in over my head; raising over $16,000, leaving everything I know for an entire year. It seemed so daunting. But it also seemed thrilling!
Not even a week later, I found out I was accepted to Hillsong College. Talk about crazy timing! I had some big decisions to make. (From this blog, you can obviously assume I chose the Race.) But every morning when I wake up, the enemy begins to attack me. He tells me I shouldn’t be doing this Race, that Jesus didn’t really give me the “go ahead”. Satan whispers lies that money won’t come in, and that I don’t have enough faith like so many others do. But you know what? I worship a God who is enough. He is big enough to provide monetary support. He is strong enough to give me faith. He is GOD.
He never told me “yes” or “no” when I brought the idea of going on the World Race to Him. He simply said, “Daughter, what will challenge you the most? What will draw you closer to Me?” And without hesitation, I said, “The World Race, LORD.”
