I've grown up with things easy. That's what my mom told me tonight in a crying heartfelt conversation. One of those sentences you don't want to hear someone say, but it's true. Here's the World Race..is this my challenge? Did God put this on my plate? I feel very bombarded with my own questions lately and it's all due to just SIGNING UP.
This is nuts and basically my brain is awol. I always grew up in a small Baptist church then went to this big Christian church with my friend in junior high then just kind of faded out of church. I lost my mojo I guess you would say. I always hung onto that first bible that Kay Thompson bought me from the small country church my Dad took me to. I may have faded out of church, but that bible was always there somewhere for me to poke and prod at. I always prayed at night. I always yearned for that closer relationship with God, but I pushed at something. Guilty conscious? I knew things I may be doing might not be right, but I felt my heart was in the right place. Well, word of mouth and the World Race keeps popping up. I keep hearing, reading, watching blogs..fellow friends go..then sign up. Am I just listening to stories or am I trying to be told to make my own? I normally don't pray for things (except for safety of family and friends) and this time I began to pray..and pray hard. Oh boy did I get my answers and it felt like all signs point to this and so slowly I began to apply, interview, and pray some more. I don't know if I'm the perfect Christian or if I'm blowing away my dream career by doing this, but something keeps telling me to do it. When God gives you the choice to do something that YOU asked for, do you pass it up? I prayed for this. I asked for this. God could of easily denied me after that interview or anything.
God will provide. Stamp it to my forehead and let's let go.
