So, its honesty time. And to start, I would like to say that to be honest, I have been kind of nervous about one thing in perticular during my World Race preparation. I am the type of girl who can pretty much accumulate to any type of surrounds that I may find myself in. I love to experience new ways of living and new journeys of life. There is one catch though. I need to feel at home wherever I am. It can be in the middle of a Guatemalan village, a tiny piso in Salamanca Spain, or a camp for girls in the North Carolina Mountains, but wherever God may choose to place me, I have to feel like its my home. Its not too hard. Just bring a couple of pictures from home, your favorite Justin Timberlake calendar, and a playlist set on your ipod to “favorites” and you have home, right? A place where you can store your memories in hopes that they will bring back that nice homey feeling. Well that’s what I thought it was all about. So I got a little nervous thinking about the nomadic lifestyle and never being able to establish a new sense of home, because of always picking up and moving so often. I was talking about this with one of my dear friends (and new gracious supporters! :)) Brooke, and she gave me a new perspective on a sense of ‘home.’ She said that when we start traveling, our team will become our new sense of home. That home won’t be a physical place for us for the next 11 months like it has been for me all of my life, but it will be a group of believers seeking the Lord in all that they do. The people group will become the place where you want to be to feel “at home,” not a house or apartment, hostel, or even a tent. This gave me a new perspective on the fear I had created in myself. And I started to get excited about this new sense of home I could be creating! God continues to enlighten me with wisdom through my great friends and I love Him more everyday for it!
Until next time…(I know you are waiting on pins and needles…)
ciao
