I have to admit… The whole blogging thing? Not my typical style. So here I am writing my first ever blog and all I can do is stare at a blank screen…
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And I have that thought again… The one I've had DAILY since God put it on my heart to look up the World Race and then, when I finally did, whispered, "I want you to go." The thought that I've voiced more times than I can count… To God himself. To my Mom. To friends who would listen. The thought?
God is CRAZY!
Only this time, it makes me laugh. Because it was pointed out to me that my God, the God I am trying desperately to follow, IS crazy… He is able to do MORE THAN I CAN ASK OR IMAGINE (Eph. 3:20), so my thinking His plans are nuts is okay because I'm not supposed to always understand (a realization that drove me crazy, by the way).
Here's what I know:
I heard about the World Race on the radio, and God said, "Go."
I tried saying no, believe me. I'm comfortable where I am. I love my job. I have good friends. I avoided even looking up what the World Race was. Once I had, I tried begging Him to change His mind. I tried convincing Him I wasn't the one to send. I tried finding any excuse not to go… I even tried to talk Him out of it by getting my friends and family to support my not going (by asking if it was crazy)… Let's just say that twisted logic backfired MASSIVELY! Everyone I told was completely supportive of me going.
So I started beginning to worry. And yet…
When I started worrying about how I'd deal with travel/health insurance on the Race, God put a friend at my side willing to take on covering that responsibility (I love you, E.M.!).
When I tried worrying instead about where I'd store the things I'd leave here, He put another friend at my side that said she'd store them for me (Em, you are the bomb! I love you!).
It was at this point I stopped trying to convince Him (and myself) that "No" was better than "Go". God's plan wasn't for me to approve… Just willingly accept. I mean, I'd been praying for guidance and not listening to the answer. I started listening. I started reading blogs. I started talking to close family and friends about how I was praying about going on the World Race (and it was a crazy idea). I applied, was accepted and now, I'm stepping out in faith that my God, who took care of me before I even gave Him my "yes," will continue to guide my steps and show me His glory… His Shekinah. And I can't wait!!
So God is CraZy… And I am crazy about Him, so here we go!!
