HELLO!!! Welcome back to my blog. Since we have last been in communication, lemme tell ya SO much has happened. If you know me, you probably know that I am by no means the most “outdoorsy” person in the world, or even at all. So as you could imagine, hearing the fact that I slept in a tent for nearly two weeks probably makes some of you laugh. I know looking back I am laughing at myself, no doubt. I was pushed further beyond my own limits than ever before, and I have never been more filled up by my Jesus. Somewhere within the first twenty minutes or so of training camp, we were putting up our tents for the very first time some us (oops I didn’t practice at home) and it LITERALLY STARTED POURING DOWN RAIN. This so called “World Racer” was NOT prepared for anything like this. I was actually falling apart begging for my friends to help me since I had absolutely no clue what to do. When we finished putting up our tents (in a lightning storm I might add) some 30 minutes later, I walked inside to the room we were doing training in that day, totally soaked. Dripping head to toe, I bowed my head in prayer and questioned by whole future. Asking questions like, “Jesus, can I do this?” or “We JUST got here. Can you please give me a break?” But He had a different plan for me this time. For my whole life I have been someone who depended on their own strength 100%. I have always been someone to claim, “Trust Him! Its easy! Just do it!” but in reality I was also always the person with one thousand plans in my head on how I was going to do this on my own. But BOYYYY, let me tell you that Jesus tore that piece of me apart at training camp. Between musty tents, running out of clean clothes, eating very small portions of not always the tastiest foods, being physically exhausted from long hikes with our 50 pound packs — I was all out of strength. I had nothing left to give. That was when I realized, it had only been TWO DAYS. I was there for a total of eleven days and I had nine days left, with NOTHING to give. I was at a complete loss for words. My hope had been crushed, because my hope was on myself. That night during worship, I cried out to my Father — PLEADING for Him to give me strength. For Him to provide me with what I need. Looking back it is nearly funny to realize that this strength that He provided this week has always been inside of me, I just needed to truly trust Him. The next nine days I focused on truly making Jesus my strength. Truly trusting Him that He would help me not only “get through” training camp; but that He would turn me into something beautiful here. Im sure by now you can guess, that my Jesus did just that. Jesus WRECKED ME. He totally knocked down my sense of idols. Whether that was in my own strength — or my fleshly sins. He took them away. I am so filled up. Jesus is constantly making my life more beautiful. This summer has been one of true beauty for me. One of true vulnerability. One of surrendering everything to him TRULY. Thank you all for reading — and for being invested in my journey known as the world race.
FUNDRAISING UPDATE: I currently have $5,317 raised out of my total $14,951 I need. I am so confident that Jesus is providing through each of you reading this every day. I made my deadline of $5,000 by training camp PERFECTLY. Now I am pushing towards my goal of $10,000 before I launch on (drum roll please) SEPTEMBER 8TH!!!! If you feel led or knows someone who may feel led to donating to me I would LOVE for you to become apart of my journey by investing in me financially. Prayerfully donating is also soooo needed. Thank you all!!
