There are literal leaps and there are emotional leaps.
For example, today my younger brother is bungee jumping for the first time in New Zealand.
However, when it comes to me, I’d like to call my not-so-literal leaps Leaps of Faith.
Ever since I heard about the World Race I’ve made many of these leaps.
From when I finished my application and took my first leap believing that God would only let this happen if it was His will.
Once I got accepted I took another leap by trusting in God more than trusting in myself in hopes I would become fully funded in time. (Which actually happened early so everyone who donated: Y’ALL ROCK.)
And now, a week away from training, I’m taking yet another leap.
I’m dropping everything I know and love for something I’ve read about on a website and followed along with pictures on social media.
We don’t have an exact plan of what we will be doing, we weren’t given an itinerary.
I’ll be living in foreign countries with foreign people and a couple more teenagers who are in the same boat I am.
I’m 18. Just out of high school.
Where my friends are preparing their dorms I’m preparing what tent to live in.
Some might call me crazy. In fact, some have called me crazy.
But that’s exactly what I am.
Crazy for God.
So if God has called me onto this trip into the unknown, and has called me to love on His people, who cares that I’m a picky eater or that I’m scared of bugs.
I’ll pack my bags and do it in an instant because I know my God has a plan and that this is His plan for me.
This leap of faith I’m about to take, though it will be hard, it will be the best one yet.
