I’m having a mid-race crisis.
It’s like a midlife crisis but I’m not 50, I’m just half-way done with the World Race.
HALF-WAY DONE WITH THE WORLD RACE.
I am blown away by all that the Lord has done in and through me the last 7 months. I have witnessed hundreds of salvations, multiple healings, families receiving Christmas gifts for the first time, children sing praises to the Lord in over 7 different languages, and have gotten my fair share of illnesses. I really can’t really put the last 7 months into words but I have been reflecting a lot on my experiences and what I have learned so far along the way.
In the Dominican Republic, I learned the real meaning of humility through hand-washing my entire squads laundry, cleaning our hosts property every day, and denying myself to pick up Jesus cross to follow Him completely.
In Haiti, I learned the power of choosing joy. It isn’t the easiest thing to do, especially when the circumstance you are in points away from joy entirely but it is worth it.
In South Africa, I learned that the Lord loves to surprise His children! I was completely blessed this month by so many things. I was able to teach kids how to play instruments and share my passions for music, our teams got to sing in a South African Choir directed by a man from Scotland, we worked on a construction site and helped build a log home, and I got to go surfing TWICE. The Lord surprised me with a place I am able to call home.
In Botswana, I learned that the possessions we idolize truly don’t possess the amount of value we give them. Love, joy, and fellowship are worth more than any material item.
In Zambia, I learned the Lord truly hears our prayers and gives us what we ask for when we are abiding in the vine. In Botswana, I began praying really big prayers and asked the Lord to move in my life in radical ways. In Zambia, the Lord answered those prayers and reminded me of His promises to never leave us or forsake us.
In India, I learned the meaning of hospitality. I have never experienced the incredible amount of love and acceptance from strangers ever before in my life than like I did this month. We were served so much food at the house-churches we visited, we were gifted with a cold sprite and sometimes even piping hot chai, and we were always allowed to sit on plastic chairs when everyone else sat on the floor. We were accepted, welcomed, and loved. I also learned that my soul thrives outside in nature, exploring and running free in the creation My Creator made for me. I learned a lot in India… that might be another blogpost later.
This journey has been more than I could have ever imagined and I still have 5 months left!
I am writing this blog in Kathmandu, Nepal. Tomorrow, we head out to our ministry sites and begin month 7 of the World Race. I don’t know where I will be sleeping, what food I will be eating or what our ministry looks like this month but this is always the most exciting part of the month! The little time of unknown we experience before finding out all of the details. We are able to practice completely trusting in the Lord and putting our faith in Him.
What I’ve been reading lately :
Nothing to Prove: Why We Can Stop Trying So Hard by Jennie Allen
