Today I write this blog from my desk and it is my last day in the office, it is so crazy for me to think that in two days I will be at training camp and meeting 50 new amazing people.  Can I tell you a secret my sweet blog readers?  …I never wanted to go on the World Race.  It didn’t appeal to me, it scared me, I fear the goodbyes, the brokenness.  I want to share with y’all where I was at about 5 months ago when knew I was supposed to go on the race…

 
“I could never go on the World Race, and that is why I must.  This whisper inside of me has elevated to an undeniable shout for and of hope.  I only desire to share this love that the Father has lavished upon me, and to spread the hope that only He was able to give me throughout my life, I don’t need the World Race to do that but there is some degree of faith that doing this requires, and the Lord is challenging me in that.  I am young, constantly crying(haha), but welling with joy, and will never be ready for what the Lord has for me or for His people.  So then I ask, why wait? 

So game on. Game on to Jesus.  Game on to brokenness.  Game on to life. Game on to community. Game on the 11 more goodbyes.  Game on to raising morrrre money.  Game on to love. Game on hope.  Game on to JOY!” 


“The wind blows wherever it pleases.
You hear its sound, but you cannot
tell where it comes from or where it
is going.  So it is with everyone born
of the Spirit.
John 3:8

 
I was driving to drop off a friends car yesterday and I hit this brick wall of reality.  “I am going on the World Race.”  I am about to have to say goodbye to my community here and my family and friends back in Texas.  I am about to live out of a backpack for 11 months of my life.  I am about to step even further out of my comfort zone.  I am about to meet 50 people whom I hope to fall in love with and learn a great deal from.  I am about to put my hand to this plow and not look back.  What is going to happen?!?!?!?!?