“Who is on my team?”
You could just hear the questions popping up all over the room.
We had all just met, and just arrived in Georgia, yet that is all we wanted to know. With whom would we be traveling around the world? Would we get along? Would we like each other? What was going to happen?
Little did we know, not only would it take several days before we would start working in teams, but that the idea of teams became less and less important. Through out the week, the relationships we began to forge and the work God was doing in each of us became the focus.
Until the last few days that is. We were put in teams to test out our interactions. These groups had to carry “plane crash” victims to safety, try to create triangles out of paper, run 2.5 miles holding hands and try to get off the moon (there are in fact moon flares).
Then it was finally announced….
Personally, I needed my team. I would absolutely not have made it through some of the challenges with out them. They are beautiful, full of encouragement, fun, hilarious, helpful, thoughtful and basically awesome.
We were given the task of naming our team. During the week, we had head a lot about the word grace. Giving grace to others during conflict. Receiving God’s grace. Then we noticed that the word grace contains the word race… and we were sold. We were the g:racers. The girl racers, the grace bringers, the God racers.
