I haven’t done as great of a job as I thought I would, keeping friends and family updated throughout these months on the Race. But sadly, it is over. Each time Id sit down to write, I found myself speechless. I struggled and still struggle to find the words to describe my experiences this year. The Race has been over for a couple of weeks now and I’ve been living hermit-like in a small French town for some much needed solitude and deceleration.
My gratitude is unending for this ineffable journey and all of you who have supported me and sent me. The processing is continuing. Its hard to put words to something when that same something is redefining the words Ive always used. When a discovery is made, we can feel like our lives are just beginning, like we were asleep and now we’ve awakened. Scripture speaks quite a bit on slumber to consciousness, and I feel a very palpable renewing of my mind because of a collection of experiences this year. My life seems to be transforming because of the way God has been renewed and is being renewed in my mind.
Before this year, my God was too small, my grip was too tight, my certainty was too proud. Witnessing and stepping into heavens and hells all across our own Earth, has exposed with me some of my fieriest and most subtle passions. I feel undeserving of this invaluable perspective that was given to me by the people back home that sent me. I am thankful to have found and participate in Love and the fresh way he’s operating in people throughout the globe. The Race was beyond the reaches of my former imagination. I am forever thankful and humbled to you all who have supported me. Peace.
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