I have had life breathed back into me. God has been so good these past few weeks while I have been in Gainesville, GA with the new June Racers. I feel like I have been able to breathe– able to dream, to see, to hear, to love, and to serve in a refreshing fullness that I have been missing since being home from the Race.
God has brought me back to a place of intimacy– or rather, I have let him. Training camp was so incredible in so many ways. Being on the other side of it, I was able to journey alongside these new Racers as they were experiencing their God in all new ways, and entering into the process of grieving, healing, and empowerment in the Spirit.
It was such a blessing to be a part of. I feel like my heart was expanded more and more each day as I got to know and love these Racers. (Here they are pictured after just conquering the climbing wall). My heart has come alive in a new way– a more full way– and I feel like I have been awakened to a whole new meaning of being passionate for my generation.
I LOVED seeing men and women my age wrestling with God. I LOVED praying with men and women my age for freedom and more of the Spirit. I LOVED encouraging men and women my age in the things they were being called to let go of and walk into. I LOVED being a shoulder to cry on, and a person to listen. I AM LOVING this journey I get to go on in a new way as I walk and pray with these new Racers.
Being a part of this has taken me back to a place of intimacy with my God. My Daddy. I have so missed that place. That feeling. That deep line of communication and tangible feeling of love. By serving, by loving, by stepping out into what He is doing, I was served, I was loved, and I was blessed by being a part of what He is doing.
God spoke to me while I was in Mozambique last summer something very simple, but very deep that has been sort of an anchor ever since. It was at a point where I was so homesick and done with the Race that I could barely stand it. I remember God speaking so clearly, “Andi, get on your knees.” I was outside by a lake, and so I kneeled down in the sand. I had my head in my hands and God whispered, “Andi, here you are HOME.”
Last week, I was in worship one night with the June Racers, and God called me back down to my knees. I got down, and immediately felt Him breathe life back over me. I felt His love pouring out on me. I knew I was safe in that place. Right where I was supposed to be. And I heard Him say, “Andi, welcome back HOME.”
