On my way home from work today I was singing and praising the lord when a thought crossed my mind, we don’t know when the lord is coming. Now this thought has crossed my mind before but never like this. As a fundraiser for this trip I did a chili supper and a silent auction as many racers would know I was loaded with questions but one recurring one stumped me. Will they cancel your trip because of the virus? I didn’t know the answer and I feared even thinking about it but on my way home I pondered this question and I took me back to where I began. When I first experienced my pull towards mision work I didn’t know how to start. I asked my pastor’s wife but the trips got canceled and there weren’t any more. That’s when my sister walked up to me and introduced me to the world race. It was like a dream come true it was all I wanted and more. This adventure I’m embarking on isn’t just a trip, it’s my purpose. God put me on this earth not only to love him but to help heal his children and lead them towards him. Now more than ever God’s children need us because we’re his army. We’re the ones that can do something and are doing something so I will serve my lord and I will go on this trip and change lives.
