Okay, I doubt this blog post will equate the book of Genesis as far as incredible stories goes. But it’s the beginning, like Genesis. Haven’t heard of it? Let me know and I’ll be happy to mail you your first Bible so you can meet the guy responsible for all the Earth-stuff in front of you. Yea, Jesus. The guy who died on the cross for every sin we’ve ever done and ever will do. No, not the one you [may have] already dismissed. Not the God who judges/condemns/punishes/demands/demeans/hurts you. This isn’t about religion or church. He’s God, who loves us and wants a relationship with each and every person He plopped on this tiny, temporary planet. The one who has a big plan for YOUR life. And while it’s certainly possible that His plan for my life will change course, right now He’s pointed me toward The World Race, departing July 2015.
I wish I had a more miraculous story behind my landing here, but a lovely young woman who I attend church with posted her Race plans on Facebook, and then one thing led to another, and now I’m one of 200 people who will chase God to the end of the Earth for eleven months throughout eleven different countries via Route #1 next year. Check out her blog, here: (http://annamariegutierrez.theworldrace.org)
Nope, not worried about living out of a backpack. Unconcerned about sleeping on the ground. Not losing sleep over potential lack of coffee, even. I’m restless, from deep within. I’m uncomfortable with how comfortable my life is. I’m just not helping people enough. I know, I know what you’re thinking- I’m a nurse in the ER. Of course I help people. But it isn’t enough. And it isn’t about me. I’m on the hunt for the most broken, needing people who Jesus can shine on. It’s about sharing who He is to the masses. He gets the glory. I’m just the messenger.
Yours,
Megan
