The World Race is glamorized. Hard core.
You see these sweet pictures of children, awesome places, and you read stories of God changing people’s lives.
And yeah, all that does happen. But the Race is so much more than what you see in pictures and blogs.
When I signed up for this, I knew I would miss my family, I knew I would get sick, but I never realized the extremities of it.
I was Skyping my sister and my niece wanted nothing to do with me. It broke my heart, I haven’t seen her in two months and she’s ignoring me. I have bed bug bites covering my arms and legs from a hostel in Zimbabwe. I’m dehydrated because it’s 100° in Botswana and I can’t drink enough water to keep up with the amount of sweat I’m losing. I haven’t had alone time in a month. All I really want right now is a hug from my Mom and a Dr. Pepper.
But everyday, God finds a way to show me He has me here for a purpose.
Sometimes, it’s a small purpose, like making egg sandwiches for a church function. Other times, it’s a larger one, like talking to people who just accepted Christ as their savior and reassuring them that they made the best decision.
So yeah, life here may be glamorized.
But then again, maybe the pictures we post are what we choose to focus on. Maybe, we aren’t showing you only the good, maybe we’re showing you the only thing that matters to us on this journey.
Because almost pooping my pants didn’t matter to me. But the lives I’m impacting through God does. It’s their stories I’m sharing, not my own.
This isn’t MY journey, it’s God’s. He just has me along for a crazy ride. My thinking has been selfish, this whole time, it’s been about what I want out of this. Not what God wants me to get out of it. The people I meet are put there because God knew we needed each other. I don’t always understand God’s doing, but I’m going to quit questioning him and start going along for the ride.
