Ok, if I am being honest, The World Race is my worst nightmare. For quite some time, I have heard God quietly calling me to missions and I have been trying to shove down the call because quite frankly; I don’t want to! I finally accepted his call when I signed up for the race, but the past few months have been some of the hardest months since I put my trust in Jesus. I have been out of college for over a year now and the only paycheck I have gotten was at Legoland while I was doing ministry in California… So much for that finance degree! I was looking forward to ending my 9-month unpaid internship and finally getting a stable job that pays. I finally have the Christian community that I have always wanted. I can move out of my parents house and live the life of a normal 20-something. Maybe I’ll date somebody? Maybe I’ll get an apartment downtown? I can finally buy new clothes! I’ll go to that trendy studio gym!
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I know what you’re thinking… “Emily! You get to travel the world and you will see God move in so many amazing ways, why aren’t you excited?” I am excited, but it’s also hard not to think about everything being left behind. BUT. There is a but. I serve a God who has the ability to soften even the hardest hearts, including mine! Over the past few months I have been asking God to place in my heart the love that he holds for the nations. This morning during my quiet time, I became overwhelmed with love for people of unreached nations. God is so desperate to let people all over the world know how much he loves them. As I have been warming up to the idea of the race, I am yet to have a moment where I felt “I wouldn’t want to be doing anything else”. Down to my core, I finally feel peace about this decision. There is nothing else I would rather be doing in my young twenties than letting people know how much they are dearly loved by Jesus. God took a self-centered and stubborn heart and changed it in only a way that he can.
