I found out last Thursday that I was accepted into the World Race program. I could barely contain my joy. I was jumping up and down, trying to keep my voice steady to talk to my mobilizer, Cat. I don’t think I will ever forget that feeling of pure joy knowing that God has amazing plans for me and getting to serve him in three different countries over a span of nine months is going to be part of these plans.
The next day, I was driving up to a wedding and I got the email telling me all of the deadlines I had to meet, and I have to admit that I freaked out a little bit. It was still becoming real to me that in about a year, I was going to leave my family and friends in America while I went to serve in the Balkans, Philippines, and South Africa. I began to start fundraising training that night and I felt a peace about it. I went to church the next day and I could barely make it through the service. I wept. I was overjoyed that God had chosen me, of all people, to go and join a group of other fellow believers to share the love and gospel of Jesus Christ to the nations. But I also was mourning what I know will be one of the hardest parts of the 11 months leading up to my trip: preparing myself to leave the people I love back home. I know God will lead me through that process as well as the new friends I will make and I am excited to see how he works in my heart through that.
I am excited to meet/ get to communicate with all my squad members and join in what I know will be an amazing friendship with them all. I can not wait to see how God will change my heart over the span of the nine months with all the people I meet, challenges I face, and sights I see. I am also excited to get to share these experiences through my blog and let other people see God’s light and joy and hope through it.
