A couple of days ago I was looking out an airport window freaking the frick out. I’M DOING THE WORLD RACE. We’re doing the Race!
This was always a tiny dream. Something that made my heart explode when thought of, but I couldn’t do it.
There’s always doubts (fundraising…hahaha) and concerns, but I’m not one to make decisions off of those. I like to think I’m pretty self aware – when something seems too scary or out of reach, I know that means I’m actually supposed to do it. The World Race has been no different; even when those fears seemed bigger and badder than ever before.
I fully believe the cliche of everything happens for a reason, but also that God’s timing is literally perfect. We say that a lot, and it’s actually biblical (Ecclesiastes 3), but just sitting here and thinking how the Lord has carried and lead me here is insane. Every aspect of this trip is His.
With that being said, this year is about dying every day – to myself, to my people, and to what I’ve known. Less of me and my desires, and more of Jesus – because we have the most abundant life we could ever imagine through Him. I realized that I’m not going into the world; I’m heading straight for the Kingdom to see Jesus’s people for who they are. What a privilege!
So, after 4 days of training, we’re leaving the country. See ya America; We’re coming for you, Cote d’Ivoire!
