I haven’t prepared for the physical aspects involved with going on the World Race. I haven’t really started fundraising. I haven’t earnestly begun asking for prayer. I haven’t researched any gear. I haven’t been to a travel doctor.
But like, I want to go now. My attitude is one of excitement and preparedness. I want to be out in the world. Among thriving culture. Witnessing immense poverty. Helping the most precious of children. My spirit is ready and willing.
Before today, I hadn’t read any World Race or Adventures blogs since I applied in October because I don’t want to have any expectations. I don’t want to know exactly what kind of ministries I’ll be working with. I want to be a clean slate and wait on the Lord to fulfill His desires for my life instead of forcing my own plans and ideas. I want to meet strangers rather than people I’ve incessantly read about online.
At church last Sunday, a girl I grew up in youth group with presented her pictures and stories from a mission trip to Haiti she took over Christmas break. It wasn’t a sentimental, tear-jerker video by any means. The missionaries were smiling. The kids looked happy. The song was upbeat.
But I wept. Big, fat tears. It stirred me tremendously and reminded me why I’m going on the World Race. And it made me want to go. Now.
That being said, today I read several of the past “featured blogs” on the World Race homepage and felt inspired and confirmed in every way that the World Race is where I am supposed to be next year.
