Well… here I am en route to Atlanta (currently flying over Indian Head, Saskatchewan. LOLOLOL I love Canada) where I will spend the night before heading to training camp. Part of me wants to believe that I am so ready for what’s coming, but the smarter half knows I have absolutely no idea what I’ve gotten myself into.
I can’t say that thoughts of what my squad will think of me (will they like me? etc) have not crossed my mind. But I have been praying for unity among us for weeks now and I believe God will deliver on that front. We are all going through this together after all…
Training Camp. Holy moly.
As I’ve been preparing for this trip, I have been in a proverbial bubble, if you will. It hasn’t actually registered that I am really doing this. Until now.
I have no idea what to expect, other than I expect to be changed. I am ready for change. I am ready to be awakened to the truth. I’m ready, thirsty, desperate for more of Him. And He assures me that that is enough for now.
Oh boy.
World Race, here I come.
Ready or not.
