It’s been a little over a week since I recieved my official World Race acceptance.
But, it still doesn’t feel real. How do you wrap your mind around something like that? I’m going to be away from my family, friends, warm bed, bubble baths, and so much more for ELEVEN MONTHS. It is really hard to process and accept. I haven’t been away from my Mom longer than 3 months. I don’t know how I’m going to make it eleven.
But, I just keep reminding myself WHY I’m doing this. Why I’ve chosen to leave my comfort for the unknown. And in reality, I didn’t choose. God chose me. God called me to the Race. He asked me to go, and as a willing servant, I agreed. This trip is so much larger than me. It’s about delivering the word to those who have never heard it, it’s about helping others realize just how much God loves them. It’s about growing as a person and learning myself in a way most people don’t get.
I’m just so terrified. What if I’m not able to deliver the way God as asked? What if I’m a terrible missionary?
However, I am an over-thinker. I know everything is going to go the way it should. I know that God would not have called if he didn’t believe I could properly serve him. Trust. That’s what I have to do.
Ephesians 6:19
Pray also for me, that whenever I speak, words may be given me so that I will fearlessly make known the mystery of the gospel…
