I committed to doing the race a year and two months ago. My image of what the World Race changed 180 degrees from my commitment date to now. I thought I would be saving orphans from bad situation, building a church each week, preaching sermons to every church I encounter and ensuring that world peace was evident wherever I am. That is so NOT what the world race is.
The world race is 48 broken teenagers coming together.
It is crying to your team when your anxiety is eating you alive.
It is speaking up when the Lord puts something on your heart.
It is helping run a daycare for four hours Tuesday through Friday.
It is playing card games and getting maybe a little too competitive.
It is missing your family so much that the wall by your bed is covered in letters from your sister.
It is eating ice cream with your new best friend who loves you so well.
It is learning vulnerability.
It is serving and learning how to give your life to God.
It is realizing that while I may not be able to save the entire world, God can work through me to change one child’s entire life.
There are days that are hard and days that are beautiful. The life I’m living is one I never intended on living, but all along the Lord had a plan for me. Each day is a new challenge, but I’m here and the Lord is using me and the rest of my squad in ways so unique to each of us.
