It is kinda weird because it is almost like I have been waiting for this moment forever. Our dreams are predetermined I feel like. We just need to discover and process. When I was little I dreamt of being a prima ballerina and never having to leave the stage. Then when I started discovering real life things and how big the outside world I dreamt of being able to see every corner of the world, even though I had no idea what that looked like. That dream almost felt impossible and far fetched. For awhile it was impossible to me. I told my friends and family that was my dream knowing it would only stay a dream, how naive of me.
July of 2018 I made this decision to go on the World Race and totally give up any thing that is comfortable and let the Holy Spirit lead me. For the last year everything leading up to training camp has been a dream. For some reason I never thought this would happen. That I was raising support and telling people what I was going to do the next year and that it was never gonna actually happen. But now training camp is about two weeks away and nothing has ever felt more real and more right. Every nerve in my body is scared but also knows there is nothing else I should be doing.
