Two weeks ago I posted a blog that I hated writing. I was in a position that I needed to ask for cash in my support account in order to pay my expenses to begin the Race. As I mentioned it is a very humbling experience. But nothing can be as humbling as the response I received. In less than 48 hours I had surpassed the needed amount and it continues to flow into my account to this day. As of this writing I am unsure of the total, but I rest knowing I am financially secure on the Race for at least awhile.
As hard as I try there are truly not words for the THANK YOU that is in my heart. There is an entire generation being changed because of your sacrifice, there are orphans being held, babies being rocked, widows being loved; all because you said yes. I am very aware that there are literally hundred of ministries asking for support, there are homeless people living in your city, there are increasing gas prices and falling stock markets; pretty much every reason in the world to hold tight to your checkbooks.
I was cautioned that raising money for round two could be difficult; the novelty has worn off for many people and the economy just flat out stinks. And yet here I am on the other side of the World. The Lord has reminded me of three major themes through your sacrifice. First, He is sovereign. He reigns in stock markets, He owns all the land, all the money, all the banks. It is all His. We are asked to steward His resources, but ultimately He owns it all and will provide when He calls. Second, all of you HOPE for something more too. The YES that is in your Spirit for the poor and broken of this world move you to compassion. When the days get long and showers are cold I am reminded of the hundreds of people who I represent. I don’t see this as my trip, but my commitment to the hundreds of you reading, praying, and giving. Thank you will never be enough. Never.
Thirdly, I must address ANONYMOUS. There is nothing more humbling to me. I must confess my own pride and admit that giving anonymously would be a challenge for me. There is that dirty, nasty little part of me that would want the acknowlegement. I hate admitting it, but it is true, so the fact that people give that way to me is astounding. Thank you for leading me by example. I would love to write you a thank you note, but am respectful of your decision to give quietly as well.
I promise to wake up every day thankful, full of compassion, and ready to love for all of you.
