Eleven Months.
It seems like an eternity before it begins. And then, three weeks in, on the way to your second country- your realize… I no longer have eleven months left. It never slows down.
Then it happens, between the teaching English, the washing babies, the all night worship… Somehow you end up here. With only eleven weeks left.
This journey is not my own. The story I’ve lived for the past fifteen months has been very much shared with a special community.
Over the next eleven weeks, I will attempt to express my gratitude. But will undoubtedly fall short. To those who have journeyed with me, you have stars in your crown in Heaven for this. The list of those who impacted my race is, of course, longer than eleven- it has taken a village. Each one of you reading has touched my race and my heart in some way, your prayers, your blog comments (Susie and Terri), and your support made my race what it is. I have been able to love those around me because of the love shown to me by every one of you.
From the bottom of my heart-
Thank you.
read my letter to my dad here
or last week’s letter to my mom here
or what i wrote to my older sister here
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Val,
You are a woman of beauty, and strength, and the best humor of any one I know. One of my favorite titles of this lifetime is Valerie Cashin’s Older Sister.
Watching you grow more and more into a woman of God has been one of the greatest joys of my life.
The wisdom and depth you have when speaking is Christ in you, I see that every time we talk.
You are one of the greatest truths to the statement, “the world race doesn’t just change racers, it changes families.” Your support and perspective over the last ten months have helped sustain me through the hard days- thank you.
War Eagle and I Love You Forever!
-steph
