“Why?”
I mean it’s a natural question, why am I not going to college right away? Why am I going halfway around the world to do God-knows-what and sleep God-knows-where and eat God-knows-what kind of food?
Blame my father.
Two years ago on a typical winter night in Michigan, meaning the wind chill was approximately 20 degrees below zero, my dad called me out of room to go see something on his computer. That was how I became aware of The World Race, this crazy whirlwind adventure for Jesus, and he told me that if I wanted to do it- that he would do anything to get me there.
For the next week I told everyone I knew that I was going on The World Race with the kind of confidence that only crazy people have. I spent hours reading all of the blogs and watching all the videos, even starting to look at packing lists and gear. I guess this was all because the moment I read about it, I fell in love. All of my plans changed in that instant. I prayed and prayed to God asking him if this was his plan for me, if this was what I was meant to do, and everywhere I looked it became more and more clear to me that it was.
If I fast forward to last winter, I got the most clear answer yet. I was in Acuna, Mexico with my church working with the children there. It was cold and I was scared and I speak 3rd grade level Spanish on a good day. I couldn’t connect with the kids and I felt like I was always on the sidelines. A few days in we had a night where we “let go” of our shortcomings and trials and placed them “at the cross”, I still can’t truly explain what happened. But there was a lot of crying and praying and breaking and healing. I woke up the next morning weightless and my leader told me that he had never seen me so full of joy. That day and the rest of the week people continued to speak into me and I felt so at home with the kids, I felt like I belonged there with them.
That’s why I am doing this, because I found my home there among poverty and hunger. I found my home among broken Spanish and jump rope. I found my home among little hands and big smiles.
That’s why.
And here I am, readying myself for my biggest adventure yet in the hope that I will find home again.
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