We’ve been on the race for about twelve days, and this is one lesson that i was for sure I would have to learn for months to come. I am one of the oldest racers on the squad and the oldest on my team! So when it comes to times of hardships and struggles I feel like I need to put on a brave face or strong suit. To comfort those around me and make sure they feel confident and secure. When I was thinking about going across the world and how long 9 months really is away from family and comforts of the USA, I thought it would be hard but it wouldn’t be this hard. I definitely didn’t think it would be this hard on week one!
Sunday was our first adventure day. We went to an ancient castle, toured a city, ate European pizza, went to a lake, and took a long bus ride back to our compound. When we got back I did not feel good at all. My head hurt, my stomach hurt and sitting in our very humid room was not helping. For the first time I felt REALLY uncomfortable. I missed my bed. I missed my moms comfort and help, I missed my dads dumb but funny jokes and hugs, and I really really missed my sister. I missed home and everyone there.
I realized though, this is my home.
This is my life now. God has chosen me to do this and the devil will temp me to doubt myself in anyway he can. In anyway he sees weakness he will try and get through to me and make me believe I am unworthy of this calling. But I have been told too many times by my Father that I am WORTHY and I am LOVED. God has chosen me for this race and though I may forget that for a few minutes God always reminds me what I am here for. Lessons have already begun to find there way into my life. I may be the oldest girl on my team but these girls have such sweet comforting hearts. They give, encourage, and laugh with me whenever I need it! God is showing me brave faces all around.
