We are half way through the race!
I can’t believe that I am at this point right now.
When I first found the World Race last January, it was just a dream.
I thought about the Race 24-7.
How I could do it.
How I would finally travel the world.
How I could help others.
That has always been a passion of mine: To Help Others.
It still is a passion but I now have some guidance in how I can help others.
I read blogs.
I watched videos.
I imagined myself in their shoes.
I didn’t actually believe I would be in their shoes though.
I didn’t think I was good enough.
I didn’t think I was Christian enough.
I had very low self worth.
I signed up for the World Race thinking that they wouldn’t let a gal like me into the system.
The phone interview.
I thought it was a test.
I failed for sure.
I wasn’t what they needed.
They accepted me?
Ok.
How would I raise $15,500?
I had a great job but no way would I be able to afford it.
It is all on you God.
I didn’t fundraise till a month before the first deadline.
I had no money raised.
God provided.
Alright.
I made it to Training Camp.
This will be fun.
It wasn’t.
I immediately put myself down saying that no one wanted me there.
It was a defense mechanism.
From what?
Godly people?
Why was I scared?
God didn’t give up on me.
But midway through, I gave it up.
God was there right as I put down my sword.
He wrapped his arms around me and held tight.
Literally.
The rest of camp I tried… a little.
I mean who knows if I was actually going to see them again.
I barely made the deadline to get here.
I put on a few fundraisers with my parents help.
God provided again.
September.
I’m leaving the country?
Yes!
I get to finally be on my own.
Ha!
How is that, Brooke, you now can’t be alone… EVER!
Month 1-Month 3
Team 1
No secrets.
The first people who knew everything about Brooke.
The people who helped me figure out who I am.
Taught preschool, kindergarten, and English.
Loved on those kids.
Took care of cleaning, maintenance, and cooking.
Loved on those people.
Evangelized without talking about God.
Hard.
Month 4-Month 5
Team 2
Great I have to start all over.
Not!
God helped me make the ceiling my floor.
They pushed me right from the beginning.
They loved right from the beginning.
Kids club with 200 kids 5 days a week.
Loved on them. Treated them well.
Slum visits, house visits.
Tiring. Found love for prayer.
Now.
New month.
New team.
We are halfway done.
My thoughts:
Excited or sad?
Hot or cold?
Will I make the final deadline?
To many questions.
My only answer is:
God put me here for a reason.
I have needed money in the past.
I need money now.
God provides.
day 5 of 'Brooke Mort-A-Day'
$2,204.58 to go
I can’t believe that I am at this point right now.
When I first found the World Race last January, it was just a dream.
I thought about the Race 24-7.
How I could do it.
How I would finally travel the world.
How I could help others.
That has always been a passion of mine: To Help Others.
It still is a passion but I now have some guidance in how I can help others.
I read blogs.
I watched videos.
I imagined myself in their shoes.
I didn’t actually believe I would be in their shoes though.
I didn’t think I was good enough.
I didn’t think I was Christian enough.
I had very low self worth.
I signed up for the World Race thinking that they wouldn’t let a gal like me into the system.
The phone interview.
I thought it was a test.
I failed for sure.
I wasn’t what they needed.
They accepted me?
Ok.
How would I raise $15,500?
I had a great job but no way would I be able to afford it.
It is all on you God.
I didn’t fundraise till a month before the first deadline.
I had no money raised.
God provided.
Alright.
I made it to Training Camp.
This will be fun.
It wasn’t.
I immediately put myself down saying that no one wanted me there.
It was a defense mechanism.
From what?
Godly people?
Why was I scared?
God didn’t give up on me.
But midway through, I gave it up.
God was there right as I put down my sword.
He wrapped his arms around me and held tight.
Literally.
The rest of camp I tried… a little.
I mean who knows if I was actually going to see them again.
I barely made the deadline to get here.
I put on a few fundraisers with my parents help.
God provided again.
September.
I’m leaving the country?
Yes!
I get to finally be on my own.
Ha!
How is that, Brooke, you now can’t be alone… EVER!
Month 1-Month 3
Team 1
No secrets.
The first people who knew everything about Brooke.
The people who helped me figure out who I am.
Taught preschool, kindergarten, and English.
Loved on those kids.
Took care of cleaning, maintenance, and cooking.
Loved on those people.
Evangelized without talking about God.
Hard.
Month 4-Month 5
Team 2
Great I have to start all over.
Not!
God helped me make the ceiling my floor.
They pushed me right from the beginning.
They loved right from the beginning.
Kids club with 200 kids 5 days a week.
Loved on them. Treated them well.
Slum visits, house visits.
Tiring. Found love for prayer.
Now.
New month.
New team.
We are halfway done.
My thoughts:
Excited or sad?
Hot or cold?
Will I make the final deadline?
To many questions.
My only answer is:
God put me here for a reason.
I have needed money in the past.
I need money now.
God provides.
day 5 of 'Brooke Mort-A-Day'
$2,204.58 to go
