Love will take you places is the theme(song)for my year. Stop reading this post and go listen—————————->Love Will Take You Places by Danny Gokey
I pretty much began religiously listening to this song in October of 2016. Before I moved across state, before I had even heard about the World Race. It spoke to my heart, and I began to feel this ache for more(but not in the way you usually think of). I also began to feel a bit of disdain for my everyday life, comforts, and privilege(although not in ungratefulness).
I ached for more Jesus, more relationships, more giving, more sharing, more serving, and had this crazy fire begin to do more and not just pray and possibly give $50 to sponsor a kid overseas(although those are absolutely WONDERFUL things to do)but to actually DO SOMETHING. At this time I had my own small business, loved my city, fun side job with people I loved, church home, planning to start schooling in the area I was set on taking my career. It was set. My mind was made up.
…..and then BAM! After ignoring God’s so lovingly placed yield signs, and then His detour signs, and some more detour signs, then came the STOP sign. It was time to reroute, time for a new path, one He would begin to show me one step at a time.
I wasn’t super happy about it, I wasn’t sure about it, and I was beyond a little nervous. But that still, small voice was clear. Something like: ‘YOU asked for more, that ache in your heart is from Me. YOU said you would go. And now that’s exactly what I’m calling you to do”
In a matter of a few weeks(scared as all get out but trusting God)I had freed myself of those responsibilities, closed up shop, ended leases, and moved back to where I grew up. I am in a place in my life where I am not held down by anything, responsibilities and commitments that have now been removed from my life. (You see where this is going). All of a sudden I COULD do something. After a valley of a few weeks asking God to show up–He did. The lightbulb came on. NOW. This is the time.
God asked for me to loosen my grip on the book I was writing for my life and to hand it over. After all, it was His to begin with. I watched as He ripped out the pages I had written for my future and toss them in the trash. He then handed me the book and a new pen. I opened the book and it was clean and blank. And the pen? Well it was HIS. From this moment on, every word I write, every plan I make–may it be through Him.
And this is how I began the World Race journey.
