I’m at a point in my life where everything I say feels like a lie.
I cannot tell any employer I’ll be around next year.
I cannot tell my parents I’ll come back and want to start my businesswoman career right away.
I cannot tell my grandparents I’ll be financially sound.
I cannot tell the woman I once volunteered with that human trafficking will always be my deepest, most inherent passion.
I cannot tell my passport that I won’t fill up its pages anymore.
I cannot tell my friends I’ll end up in Milwaukee even though I love it now.
I cannot tell Danski when I get back I’ll be ready to get married and plan a life together, let alone know if I’ll still be half the same “me” that he loves.
I cannot tell myself I’ll be whole when the World Race ends.
But I will be able to tell everyone I meet – the little old lady at the grocery store, the dog I’ll buy post Race, all the P kids and my family, the ladies on Team Hesed, and anyone else kind enough to listen – that I love Jesus much more than I did when I started this soul search 11 months ago.
Picture taken by Kierstin during a worship time in Nepal where we had built an altar with things the Lord was calling us to pick up in this next season/wave of the WR.
Be blessed!
