I can go.
I can move and groove and clean and plan and communicate and articulate and study and write and read and cook and drive and speak and sing and play and practice and monitor and babysit and shop and budget and run and check in and encourage and be here and be there and be everywhere.
And then I crash.
I came back home 10 days ago. 10 LONG days ago.
I love being home. Please do not misinterpret what I am saying as a negative. I love my family, I love my church, I love my friends, I love love love people, but people and ministry are exhausting.
I got home and had a day to run some errands and then it was bridal shower and then it was pageant and then it was wedding week prep for my parents' 25th renewal and hectic celebration of my brothers' birthday and taking care of family. Then it was the actual ceremony and reception and then it was my brother's birthday and I needed to plan Forward Motion and then after church it was hurry hurry hurry mom and dad and Auntie Hopey and Geron need to get on the road. Then, it was drama with the Greyhound Bus (of course) and by the time I got to curl up with my popcorn and watch MasterChef around ten something, I was done.
I had smiled and laughed and cooked and cleaned and loved and served and it was great, but Sunday afternoon I just broke. It wasn't extreme or extra alarming, but it was that tearful anger when you're angry but you're crying and then you're angry that you're crying.
I thought to myself. If I can't make it through one week of "normal" life, how am I going to make it on the World Race?
It's been hard. Grad school is such a season of solitude and deep immersion in your field and "normal" life is people people people, which is fine, but there was no transition period, there was no time to digest and there's no time to rest. Training camp is in a few days and I am about to head out with my sisters and buy some gear for the trip and pray that I have what I need when I head to Georgia. I'm trying to schedule my doctor's appointments and help plan the youth conference and help out around the house and it's going to work out, I know it is, I'm just trying to figure out when I'm going to breathe.
I'm running the triathlon of my life and I need a water break.
If you ever see me during prayer or praise and worship or during a sermon, do not disturb because this lady is drinking in all the peace, joy, life and grace that I can get so that I can keep running this race.
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I still have to raise about $11,000 to cover the cost for this trip, so if God lays it on your heart to help send me out by supporting me financially, click "Support Me" on the left to make a tax-deductible donation online. Or, cut out the 3% online processing fee by writing a check to "Adventures in Missions" with "BULLRACHELLE" in the info line and mailing it to:
Adventures in Missions
PO Box 534470
Atlanta, GA 30353-4470
