For Hannah's 25th birthday, I took her skydiving. The idea of skydiving terrified me, but I knew she wanted to try it once. So, on a warm June morning, Hannah and I walked to the door of an airplane at 15,000 feet and jumped.
As we sit here on the eve of launching to the Dominican Republic all I can think about is the day we went skydiving. That day, I did not know exactly what would happen when I left the plane. All I knew was that adventure was outside the door and an experience was about to happen that I would remember for the rest of my life. Also, I knew that without God, I would make a very large crater in the field below.
I feel like Hannah and I are standing at the door of an airplane and jumping into the unknown that is The World Race. I know that adventure and love and pain and joy and heartache and sweat and laughter…and Jesus are just on the other side of the door. I know that the next eleven months will shape us into a new creation and forever alter the path of our lives. I also know that without God, we can not safely navigate the trials which await us.
So, here we go. On Saturday, we jump.
