I want to thank all of my supporters and prayer warriors who have joined with me in ministry this past year. You may have not physically gone to the countries I did, but you fought the battle just as much on your knees. Thank you for your generosity and all of your encouraging comments, emails, prayers, and words.
One year ago today I was in Manila, Philippines just starting my ministry on the World Race. It’s hard to believe its over. Although the race is over and I no longer have 50 travel companions by my side, the call that I have to bring the kingdom where I go isn’t.
My first month back home has been amazing! Back in the land of A/C, driving a car, warm showers, clean water, reliable internet, no bugs, brewed coffee and no pack on my back. I’m back in the land of comfort. Yet my eyes are filled with the faces of those forgotten orphans in the Philippines, the families living in squatter homes, the mass of children in Uganda dressed in rags and those living with out clean water, the generous Maasi tribes in Tanzania, the millions with AIDS and malaria in Kenya, the Romanian gypsy kids who have nothing yet are full of life, the persecuted Indian believers, the complacent religious in Croatia and the drug dealer that found Jesus, and the oppressed in Central America. I don’t know what to do with all these vivid pictures that flash in my mind.
The World Race was Gods way of breaking me, awaking me and allowing me to discover more of my destiny, who I’m created to be and the mandate to bring the kingdom of God wherever I go and reclaim my inheritance.
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