Today marks exactly two weeks until I head out on this crazy adventure. It woud be crazy if I didn’t tell you that I was nervous. I am VERY nervous, but more excited because I know that I am walking out what I know God has called me to since I was in my mothers womb.
I spoke at a church this past Sunday and walked away from there excited about the future and very encouraged. I am very blessed to have people excited with me about this next journey and backing me up with prayer. I was talking to one of the members that has known me since I was little, and she said that it was time to birth this thing. I thought in my head, “Yea, I know I’ve been waiting forever. And FINALLY God is releasing me to do what I’ve been waiting anxiously to do.”
But then it hit us as we were all sitting there. You see I was accepted onto The World Race on January 2nd or 3rd. I will be leaving for the race September 6th. That is a little over nine months—a full term for a mom to carry her child! I mean I’m not a mom, but I know I have been anxiously praying and waiting to birth this new thing that God has for me. I have had a heart for the nations for a LONG TIME—every since I could remember. I just LOVE the nations and LOVE missions. It is in my blood. But I know this is now my time to birth something new into the nations. I know that God has had this nine month waiting process brought to my attention for a reason. I’m honestly still processing all of it.
So what does it feel like to be two weeks away from surrendering everything and giving up a lot of things for a year and living however the locals live? SCARY! But also fulfilling and exciting!! I don’t know what to expect, but that’s where God needs me. I think the best way to describe where I’m at right now is to give you this example.
Remember when you were little and it was your VERY first time to jump off the HIGH DIVE! I mean all the big kids were doing it and you wanted to, but were scared something bad would happen. What if your bathing suit fell off (because you have heard of all those horror stories) or you chickened out because it was just REALLY high up?! Well that is what I’m feeling right now. As I walk up the ladder stairs, there are people behind me cheering for me. This is the next generation that will come after me—they are watching to see how it is done. Then I have the people that are on the side of the pool cheering me on. These are the prayer warriors, financial supporters, encouragers, friends, etc. Then there is the lifeguard. The lifeguard is a picture of God. He is sitting there waiting for me to jump. He isn’t going to force me but once I jump He will make sure I don’t drown. He will come to my rescue when He sees I need it. Then there is the person jumping off. (ME) I don’t really know what it is going to feel like when I hit the water. I don’t know how deep I’m going to go. But I know it’s time to jump. So right now I would describe myself at the edge of the high dive getting ready for the unexpected, but knowing that God is going to be there with me, my supporters will be on the side of the pool, and I am taking a jump for the next generation to be world changers too! GGGGEERRRROOOONNNIIIIIMMMMOOOOO!!!
