A few days ago I got back from Georgia from the World Race training camp. The training camp was 10 days full of learning, prayer, and adventure. Some days made me question my decision to go on the race, but others confirmed it 1,000 times over. Most of the camp was spent in seminars, learning about what to expect and being prepared for the field, and getting to know our team through discussion and activities. We slept in tents and ate different ethnic foods from the countries we will be traveling to. Some nights were spent shivering in the cold Georgia air, but others were spent in worship of our incredible God.
Our tent city:
The week was spent getting to know our squad (S squad best squad)
Least favorite cultural meal: mystery meat. Least disgusting mystery food: crickets (they could be tolerable with a little salt). The missionary prayer: Lord, if I can get it down, please keep it down.
