Seven days.
In seven days I will be flying to Atlanta, Georgia for training camp. I’ve told people for months, “I wish it would just get here already!” Here it a week away and all I want is for time to slow down. Not because I am sad that in seven days I will start this whole process of becoming a world racer, but because it finally hit me today. I will be gone for a year of my life.
In seven days I get to meet the people I’ve been in a group chat with for several months. In seven days I will be put through things physically, mentally, and emotionally that will help shape me for my trip around the world. In seven days I’ll tell my coworkers and my favorite kids at the preschool goodbye. In seven days I will learn more about myself and my relationship with God at training camp than I have up until this point.
Even through all the anxiety and stress there is only one word that keeps coming to my mind. Blessed. It blows my mind that after every time I’ve let God down, even after all the shameful things I’ve done, He still loves me and He called me to the world race. He chose me. Me. A little sinner from Bodcaw Arkansas (population 134) to go around the world and share the gospel. I sit in awe at the fact He wants me to be a vessel for His kingdom and let His love, truth, and spirit flow out of me and onto people in 11 countries.
I have a lot to do in seven days. I have a lot of equipment to still get such as a tent, a sleeping bag, clothes, journals, and workout issues with money I’ve had to receive my passport. Do I doubt the power of the Lord and His ability to provide everything I will need in seven days? No way! I thought I had taken God out of this man made box I had Him in several years ago but it turns out I had not. Not until this opportunity of the world race was chosen for me. My God parted an ENTIRE SEA. My God took two fish and five loaves of bread and fed THOUSANDS. My God turned the WATER into WINE. My God shed His blood for ME. He died on the cross…I want to say that again, He DIED on a cross for me. He voluntarily gave His life for me. He knew me then and He knows me now. That is why I am blessed. Not because of the worldly things I have now, but because God loves me and this is the story I get to share for 11 months to people who may have never known that God loves them just the same as me!!
So in seven days I start this journey. One of the biggest journies I will go one. In seven days I will become a world racer.
Seven days.
