When I signed up for the World Race, I had a plan. At least I thought I did anyway..
I was going to keep working as an orthodontic assistant, finally finish my Associate’s degree, and leave for the Race in January of 2018. I had it all planned. In March, not even two weeks into my master plan, I lost my job. About a week after that my roommate said she was breaking our lease and buying a house. This little plan of mine was falling apart before it ever really had a chance to begin. I spent a few days in bed, mourning the death of my plan. I was jobless and soon to be homeless (also dramatic) and I no longer had a plan.
I didn’t know what was next and I also didn’t know how to find out what would be next. But I kept going. I started a new job three weeks after I lost my previous one. I moved back in with my parents about a month after that. Life looked different than it was supposed to and I didn’t like it. I didn’t realize it at the time but God was preparing me for what’s to come. Still five months away from launch, my team has already been given a route change. Instead of going to Laos we will now be serving in Myanmar. Even though this wasn’t a drastic change- it was enough to remind me that plans change. Just a simple reminder that things don’t always go my way or the way that I expect them to. Life on the Race is going to be full of changes. I’m going to have to be ready for anything and know that plans change and even fall through sometimes. And that’s okay.
Thankfully, my God knows what I need far before I could ever dream of needing it. This period of transition in my life has been no different. Everything that has happened in the past several months has been on purpose. These things didn’t happen by accident. God knew that I would need specific time for fundraising, time that my previous job didn’t allow for, even though I thought I could just do it in my spare time. God also knew how desperately my heart wanted to move back in with my parents and continue building that relationship, even though I never would have admitted it. My heart is more full than I could have possibly hoped for.
I know that God’s plans for me are far better than my own, sometimes I just need a little reminder.
