My biggest fear when I started the race was that I would get to the end and I would miss the entire point. That I would go back home and within a few months become exactly the same as when I started. I could picture myself standing at final debrief distraught because I didn’t try harder, experience more, and love deeper. I imagined myself on the last day of the race crying about how I hadn’t experienced any true growth.
The problem with this fear is that I had the idea of what “growth” looked like completely backwards…….I thought growth was up.
Everything about this world that we live on tells us that growth is more, up, more, more, higher, better than the next guy.
“I used to think that God’s gifts were on shelves one above the other and that the taller we grew in Christian character, the more easily we should reach them. I find now that God’s gifts are on shelves one beneath the other and that is not a question of growing taller, but of stooping lower and that we have to go down, always down to get His best ones.”
F.B. Meyer
My hope now is that by the end of these nine months I won’t be any taller or prouder but that I will be comfortable on my knees before the Lord.
Hands open.
Constantly bending down, daily receiving God’s gifts with the humblest hands.
The creator of the universe is molding us into the people that He is calling us to be each and every day. So instead of worrying my pants off about if I am where I am supposed to be, I can rest easy knowing that there is no place that I’m supposed to be except in the father’s hands.
also don’t forget to hydrate or u will die
