It’s been a while since I last posted anything, sorry about that. I could come up with dozens of reasons why I haven’t posted but they would be excuses. The honest answer is simple, I didn’t have the desire to. My heart is heavy and I felt like anything I choose to write would reflect how I felt. This is long overdue, but hopefully my words can convey what I’m feeling.
It’s no secret that the world race is important to me. I cannot name anything that is as important to me as this. It’s the one thing I have no doubts about. It’s a strange feeling but I can’t explain it.
I remember the first time I read about the world race…
After a terrible car accident that totaled my car, I was cut out of the car; my neck was in a brace, and I was taken to the ER. My clothes were cut off of me and after several hours they sent me home. I had gone through a lot that night, but when I came out despite some intense chest pains (from when the airbag deployed), nothing was broken. I had some difficulties breathing, I had some open cuts from pieces of glass, but I had walked out of the hospital on my own 2 feet.
Later that year, I had a feeling that God was calling me somewhere else, somewhere outside of the US. So I sat in my car crying to my friends on the phone about not knowing what to do next or where to go next. I just knew that I was leaving my job, nothing else.
I started looking into missions and nothing stood out to me until I came across the world race. A lot people said they went back and forth, took long to figure out whether they wanted to do this but it was never like that for me. I soon as I saw the page I called for more info, I waited day and night until I had the money for the application. I had never been so sure of anything in my life.
I never had any fears about my choice. My fears are somewhat different than most. Fundraiser is one of my greatest issues because I’m so close to my deadlines and I am not close to meeting the financial goals yet. I never once doubted my decision for this journey, I never thought once that maybe this wasn’t for me.
From the time I got the phone call that told me that I was accepted, I knew God was at work. Even though it’s hard, I’m trusting God and His plans for me. My fears are great but my God is greater.
