I’m broken. You’re broken. It’s inevitable. No matter how hard we try to keep ourselves together or act perfect, it just doesn’t work.
Last week at training camp, this really hit home for me.
Growing up I was very, very independent. With my first job at the age of 12, my second job at 14, and before I knew it I had three jobs, played sports, volunteered, and took honors classes at the age of 16. Independence was my middle name. I was pretty proud of my accomplishments and being able to multitask at everything in life. So much so that I became oblivious to what was happening.
Independence was my idol. I could do pretty much everything on my own… So what’s the point of relying on others or even trusting people? All I needed was myself- right? WRONG.
At training camp for the World Race, I broke.
For the first time, I realized that I can’t do this on my own. Not without Jesus as my personal Savior and having an intimate relationship with Him. Nine months is a long time from home and on foreign soil. Not to mention the strange food, bucket showers, and not knowing where you’ll be sleeping each night. No matter how hard I try, there is no way I can do this one by myself.
In my brokenness, I am forced to depend on God… and I love it.
He is going to lead me through each step on my journey. Through the lessons I will teach, the worship songs I will sing, the sermons I will preach, and the lives I will reach for Christ’s Kingdom.
I will climb this mountain with my hands wide open.
