So we woke up and ran around with our packs. Then we ran around bound hand and foot through the woods, not talking and looking at bugs (i don’t know if everyone else was but I find the Georgia bugs very interesting). Then we found out our race has changed… dramatically. We were going to Ireland, Ukraine, Romania, Israel, Egypt, Kenya,Uganda, Cambodia and Thailand. Now we are going to Romania, Ukraine,Ireland,Kenya,Uganda, Cambodia,Thailand, Guatamala and somewhere else. We lost 2 countries and gained a continent but I must admit I am very disappointed about losing Israel. It was a big part of my applying to this particular race. I am sure south america will be great but I have to mourn for Israel.
After our daily adventures w
e had out meeting and worship in the pavillion. he songs were good and I felt like stepping but I was nervous about it> what would people think and all that kinda stuff. The more the songs went on the more I got into dancing> When I took a break, feeling self concious more than anything, one of the staff girls told me that she loved the way I worship and she can tell i really get into it. She explained how important worship was in bible days and that the worshipers led the army. It took me by surprise and then almost in a flash I remembered so many things. Singing like praying at the U2 concerts, getting lost in the music and dancing at Manu chow, the little dances I do at church during worship. It made me realize that I really have always loved worship, in it there is peace and communion. Like singing in tounges or making up songs for him. Its all worship and I didn’t realize until today how important it is, or that I was doing it long before I had any idea what it was. I wonder how many others in this world are worship warriors without a king.
