It’s crazy how much can happen in a year. How much a person or the plans we had can change in such a short amount of time.
Exactly one year ago, I was sitting on a plane returning from China. Going to China, I had a lot of plans for myself. I had thought I knew what I wanted to do with my life and just assumed that’s what Gods plans were for me. These plans were easy and something I could deal with.
While there, God started showing me that those weren’t his plans for me and I was honestly kind of confused. I wasn’t really sure what I was supposed to do.
Less than a week after coming home I started my first semester of college. I still assumed that I was supposed to go to school for nursing, so that’s what I did. For the first couple of months, I was miserable. I felt like something was missing and I didn’t know what to do. I cried out to God almost everyday because I knew there was something more but I wasn’t sure what it was.
Right before I had left for China was when I had first heard about the race. I was instantly intrigued but it was something I would never do. Never would I agree to live out of a backpack for nine months or travel with 40 other strangers.
Three months into my first semester and I applied and was accepted for something I said I would never do.
Almost a year after returning from China, and I’m preparing to live out of a backpack and love on His people for nine months. I still don’t know what I want to do with my life. I’m not sure what God has planned for me after the race. I do know that it involves loving on His people and I think that’s all I really need to know.
