This past weekend was Resurrection Sunday, so my best and I went hiking on this trail called Misery Ridge, and it literally felt like we were climbing a mountain.
A whole month has flown by since my last blog post and so much has been on my heart that I didn’t even know how to write about it. I’ve struggled so much with spiritual warfare, the ups and downs of whether this trip was right for me was so real.
As some of you may know, lately I’ve been torn between wanting to travel and also feeling the longing of being settled and married and all that jazz. Being in your twenties can be so overwhelming. However, I’m a firm believer that the Lord orchestrates moments in our lives for His glory to align with His will for our lives. The thought of being away from everything I know and love for 11 months didn’t really hit me until my family started to have concerns. I love my family so much, so their advice, opinions, and guidance have always been my steering wheel and my anchor. Since I first started talking about the World Race, they have always questioned why must I go for so long. Why would I quit my job, sell most of what I own and leave the country for practically a year? Yes, I’m well aware that when I return, I will have to start over. I don’t have all the answers as to why I feel so drawn to this mission trip. 11 months is a long time, but the timeline doesn’t scare me. The thought of going on a shorter mission trip however, does scare me. Why? Because of the thought of being unfulfilled. Don’t get me wrong, I definitely think that shorter mission trips are amazing and the ones that I have gone on were definitely some of the best weeks of my life. However, I’ve never felt more peace than I do when I think about spending a year of my life on the World Race, serving the Lord among the least of these. A year of my life spent ministering to the orphans and the widows and the broken who are longing to experience the freedom that comes from knowing and loving Jesus. He is the author and the finisher of our faith. Through Him anything is possible. That’s what I hold on to these days.
More and more, I’m realizing that picking up my Cross and following Jesus translates to letting go of my comforts and my comforts also includes pleasing my family’s wishes. It’s been such a hard few weeks, but I’m going to give it all I’ve got and go because I know that my God is so much stronger than my fear and doubt. My God is so much more loving and awesome and powerful than anything that this world holds. I know that someday, maybe not today, but someday God will provide peace to my family in my decision to go and follow this calling that He has placed in my heart. I have so much to learn about the power of Jesus and I can’t wait to see what He does throughout this next year.
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No more doubt and wishy-washy talk, I’m going on the World Race, 100%.
Love, B.
