So, I’ve been back in Denver for about a week and a half. Things are starting to get real. The Lord has blessed me with this season to fully dive into Race preparations. And as people here ask me how long I’ll be in town, saying, “Three months,” solidifies the reality of it.
I will be leaving for the Philippines in three months. Crazy.
But as I’m introducing the Race to my friends and family in Denver, it is not received with any less excitement or encouragement than my San Diego family received it. And, as ashamed as I am to say this, I am surprised. I just did not expect people (aside from a select few) outside of my beautifully affirming IC family to be nearly as excited for me. God sure proved me wrong.
For example, I showed my mom’s best friend my fundraising video today. She absolutely loved it, almost started crying in fact. She was so encouraging and super jazzed for me. And I was touched and so thankful for her supportive presence. However, the Spirit in Marcella did not stop at supportive. When my mom came home, Marcella turned to her and starts discussing this extensive plan to show my video to the other nurses at the hospital, the doctors, even the hospital foundation!! She was naming names, talking about how to make it organic, completely owning the process. Not only has the Lord placed supportive and encouraging people in my life here in Denver, but He has graced me with champions. He has given me people who are excited for me, who fight for me, when I’m worn out. He is faithful and will fulfill His promise to be strong when I am weak. And I’ve experienced this strength in many ways, often sweetly subtle ways. However, this week, He gave a face to that strength.
He is showing me that He is faithful always. In all places. At all times. Through all people. Our circumstances may change, but He never will.
