Some days every step is like walking on snowy clouds bathed in
brilliant sunlight with soft angelic notes filling the air. You know
your footsteps are divinely directed and all in your world seems right.
Then there are other days when it really would not be a surprise if
lightening struck as you find yourself surrounded with the BOOM! and
CRACK! of all in your world falling apart in pieces and raining down on
you in torrential fashion.
Yesterday was not the first but thankfully it wasn’t as bad as the latter.
The day began with a blanket of fluffy, white snow covering everything
visible from the window and the excitement of reuniting with part of my
World Race family. It was a glorious awakening.
Shortly after a piece of my beautiful blue sky was falling as I stared
at a not-so-beautiful “blue screen of death” on my laptop. My poor
computer has seen its fair share of these deaths, but always
miraculously arises like a phoenix valiant and victorious over death.
Not this time. With its restart came a revealing of the cause of death.
There was a corrupt or missing vital organ – a Windows system file.
Not the way to begin a two week leadership initiative that finds you placed in charge of PR and blogging.
Nonetheless, the day marched on and as more World Race family arrived
in Gainesville the air was charged with excitement and anticipation.
The morning’s stress melted away as we held the official first ever
meeting of Project Searchlight. Adding to this joy was the revealing of
my group, two of my favorite people – Kim Hillebrand and Jennifer
Denman. Perfection!
As the meeting adjourned there were small rumbles of thunder in the
distance of my world as I quickly became aware that my keys were nowhere
to be found.
Hurried and frantic, I grabbed what little I had with me and, throwing
myself in Teri’s car, hot, frustrated tears filled my eyes and spilled
over onto my cheeks. I tried my best to force it into the recesses of
my mind as we headed out to set up our headquarters for the two weeks
and then on to the Hylton’s (our host family) for a party.
The day ended with a mix of great frustration and yet great relief.
Finally as I reflected on the day I determined that if day one of
Project Searchlight brought this much frustration I must be here for a
reason.
The next two weeks promises to be filled with dreaming, planning and
community. It will be intense and focused and I expect to leave having
found my voice and how to use it.
Please keep us in your prayers as we dialogue about world needs,
passions, dreams, and how to walk those out practically. It is the kind
of things that scares the enemy.
As a last note….
The keys were located late this afternoon. The culprit: a burgundy, key-eating office chair.
Sadly, the laptop refuses to be resurrected.
