Hello from the good old U.S.A!
I’m writing to you from my plane back to Nashville where I’ll meet my parents for the first time in months. After 11 long, incredible, enduring, radical months– I’m coming home!
This has truly been an unforgettable year of my life, but I’m grateful to see my people again.
Something I’ve heard from the beginning, is that the World Race isn’t the best year of your life.
Yes you heard that: not the best year of your life.
From the outside it may appear glamorous, whimsical even. A life of travel. You get to gallivant around the globe until you start your real life. I’ve heard it over and over.
This year has been anything but whimsy. It’s been work. It’s been a choice.
2018 has been a year of endurance, of grit, of surrender.
I’ve never felt more helpless, more humbled.
Yet surrendering before the king empowered me more than the life of distraction on American soil. I had to draw near because often times I had nothing else. I had to draw near because I’d fail without Him.
And that’s my prayer for you. That by you following my story, you’d be compelled to surrender. That each day before you would be the best one yet. That each day you’d take one step closer to Jesus. That the best year of your life is the next one to come.
So hear’s to the best year.
It didn’t just happen. It wasn’t 2018. But it’s coming. 2018 is the springboard to loving deeper, harder, wider. It’s just the beginning. It was the year of surrender, of obedience.
Let’s get started.
Thank you for praying for me from the beginning. Thank you for supporting me with your finances. Thank you for messaging me and checking in. Thank you for rallying around me.
May the Lord bless you and keep you.
