Tuesday, September 10, 2013. 1:25pm EST.
That was the exact minute our plane lost contact with American ground.
It was also the exact minute I started bawling like a baby. Not tears of sadness. Not tears of fear. But tears of excitement. I, along with my two squad mates in the same row, Allison and Kara, could not begin to contain our excitement and tears.
We were like middle school girls at a Justin Bieber concert.
For me, these tears stemmed from two years of anticipation. Two years of praying and seeking God's voice about His will for this year. Deciding if this trip was for me. If it was just a "cool idea" or something actually doable. They were tears that stemmed from the anticipation of heading into these 11 countries to partner with God and see Him moving in these communities. They were tears that stemmed from the realization that when God calls, He really does provide and He made a way for it to be possible for me to be here right now. They were tears that stemmed from finally feeling like this is real.
I'm actually typing this on the plane to Korea, then on to China. I'm only 6 hours into my World Race experience, (and some could argue that it won't really start until we've reached our ministry locations after another 20 hours or so). But I'm so ready. I'm so excited to see God move. I'm so prepared to say "yes" to God when He asks the hard questions. I'm so tired of living the easy American life that never sees God move through crazy acts of love because we're not willing to open ourselves up to it.
This is the last time I'll know what it's like to be in anticipation of the Race. I don't have to question if this is where God wants me, because He's already brought me here. I'm finally realizing what it means that He chose me to delegate His authority, worth, and power to.
My squad leader, Zach, looked over from the other aisle as we took off and was surprised by our tears. But after watching us, he understood. "Now you're feeling it"
