Six months ago my plan for my life and my future looked nothing like it does now. I was in school, I was in a serious relationship, and I was taking it one day at a time. I would pray about the next step of my life, whether it was continuing my education or going into the military or a third path I hadn’t yet considered, and I would tell myself that I was going to trust whatever answer He gave me.
Three months ago my boyfriend of two years and I ended our relationship. It was almost out of the blue, and I was devastated. I blamed God, I blamed him, I blamed the world, I blamed myself. I was desperately looking for ways to fix what fell apart so quickly and constantly hitting dead ends. I focused on the past and what I was missing instead of what God was doing in the present and for my future.
Two months ago I graduated from a community college with my Associate’s Degree. It was very bittersweet. I was finished with school and moving to the next step, which was exciting, but I had no idea what the next step was, which was terrifying. I had little motivation to try and find out, so I didn’t make any effort in moving towards one of my previous options – more school or military.
One month ago I was accepted into the World Race. I had just happened to scroll past an advertisement for WR as I was surfing social media, and I thought it sounded interesting, so I looked into it, not expecting anything to come out of it. I was simply curious. I almost immediately fell in love with the thought of being apart of this wonderful adventure. I have always felt a deep love and calling for traveling to far away countries and helping those in need while spreading the love of Jesus. The opportunity was quite literally dropped in my lap at the perfect moment in my life.
I’m not one to cope well with change. I’ve never liked it and have always tried to avoid it, but these past few months have been completely overwhelming with change after change. While I would have normally clung to my then-boyfriend through this and hoped for the best, I had to learn to cling to God instead. While I would have normally sat around the done nothing about my life and felt sorry for myself as I endured the change, I had to let God pick me up by my bootstraps and show me what He was doing. While I would have normally taken months to think about and debate over an opportunity like this and whether or not it was for me, I had to learn to take a leap of faith and jump in head first. While I’m not normally one to trust anything I can’t see or understand or control myself, God decided it was time I learned, and put me in a situation that forced me to trust only Him. And while it’s been SO HARD to go against everything I would normally do, it’s been incredible to see God move in my life in ways that I had never imagined He would. Six months ago I was comfortable in my cozy box of familiarity and not an any hurry to get out, and now I’m free falling (or so it feels) into whatever God has planned, and trusting that He’s got in under control.
