As we are nearing December and the end of our time in Kenya,
my heart has become reflective.
I look back on all the things that God has done in my girls.
All the things God has done in me.
All the things we’ve seen, all the people we’ve met.
Then I think about the race, which I haven’t exactly processed yet,
and all the things God did there…
It’s incredible to think of the person I am now, and compare her to the person I was then.
A wounded, lonely girl, trying to ignore the shattered heart in her chest
embarking on a journey that would heal and mend and transform.
A journey that would break her heart in a different way.
A pilgrimage for my soul.
These past 3 months have been incredible.
They have been challenging, tiring, rewarding, messy, and so so beautiful.
I have seen chains broken in my own life and the lives of those around me.
I have seen victory.
I have seen brokenness.
I have been apart of an amazing story that God is writing with each one of these girls.
And I am so blessed to have led a team of world changers into the greatness that has been set before them.
But even as this season comes to a close in two short weeks,
I know that God is not finished with them yet.
I know that God is not finished with me yet.
The work that God started in me on the World Race
is not finished yet.
My pilgrimage is not over.
In fact,
It’s just getting started.
