It may seem to strange to non-racers, but I now gage my time by continent and countries. I sit here in Swaziland with only one month and two weeks left in Africa and then only four countries after that. For those who have not experienced the whirlwind of the last five months, this may seem like plenty of time, but my heart quickens at the thought of this being over all too soon.
Please don’t get me wrong, I miss my family and friends terribly, but as strange as it is for me to say home is now the unknown. As crazy as it sounds the life I now know is a life that packs up every month (in a hiking backpack that is entirely too small, yet too heavy all at the same time) and moves to another country, another ministry, another way of life. Home will always feel like home, but after I hug my family, sleep in my own bed, and eat Chik-fil-a, life post race is a mystery to me.
I feel like I spent the first few months trying to race through this adventure, but now I feel myself slamming on the breaks. I want to serve more, I want to explore more, but mostly I want to know what to do life post-race.
Sometimes when life seems to be speeding by I find myself wondering too much about my future, one may even call it stressing over my future. I come up with plans, and back up plans, and back up plans to the back up plans, all because I don’t know what is certain. It is in moments like these when God has to open my eyes to my ridiculousness, and He usually uses creative methods. This time He used wall art.
Racers are constantly on the hunt for two things:wifi and good coffee. On our hunt for these essentials some friends and I found a cute café on one of our first days here in Manzini Swaziland. On the wall is a huge map resembling something you could find while searching on Google earth and on it in big red letters says “you are here”. I thought little more of the picture than “oh what a great idea” until God brought those big red words back to my mind one evening when I was unloading my fears of the future to Him.
“You are here” I heard Him say, and it took me a minute to catch my breath as I realized how often I try to live in the future. I try to run ahead. I try to figure it all out, when all the while I should be living in what is right in front of me. I am here, and I know He is here too. I will eventually be there, and the cool thing is He will be there too.
So instead of trying to speed through these next 5.5 months or fruitlessly trying to slow it done, I choose to be here and live every moment of this adventure.Unfortunately my adventure will be cut short if I don’t receive $2,300 by my final deadline of July 1st. Please pray with me that I will be fully funded by July 1st; also please share my blogs by any means possible. $2,300 sounds like a lot of money, but really all I need is 100 people to give $23, or even 50 people to give $46! I know the World Race is where God wants me, so I chose to believe that one way or another God will provide!
