Yeah. That’s right. You heard me. I want to go home.
The good news is, I don’t mean that I want to leave the Race. That’d be ridiculous. The Race is the best thing that has happened to me. We are almost seven months in, and I have changed so much.
All through out college, I never wanted to go home. So I wouldn’t. I would purposefully make my weekends busy so I would have an excuse. I went home at thanksgiving, Christmas, MAYBE spring break, and at the end of the summer for my birthday, and that’s about it. I didn’t want to go home because it was stressful. I am the optimist of my family. The only one. Sometimes home wasn’t a nice place to be. In stead of dealing with it, I would just avoid going home. I even let it get to the point where I didn’t want to call home. When I lived at home during my student teaching, I didn’t mind staying a while after school because I wouldn’t have to go home right away. When I left in January, in the back of my mind I knew that I wouldn’t be going home for a year, and I was ok with that.
But now, that’s not really the case. I am looking forward to going home at Christmas. For the first time in five years. God has been working in my heart, and changing habitual feelings. I WANT to call home. Yes, I do usually call my older sister to talk first, but she does always need to call my parents to tell them I will be calling in the next five minutes anyway.
Would this have changed if it wasn’t for the race? Probably not. Who knows what I would be like. So if there are folks thinking about doing the race, if you want to stay the same, find another missions trip. But if you want God to change your life, then your in the right place.
God be good. All da time.
