I feel like I’ve been saying goodbye for so long. The “goodbyes” started in October as I said goodbye to my life in the west Texas panhandle. I said goodbye to my friends, my job, my church family, and my security. I moved back to Springfield, MO and have spent the last 2 months spending time with my family and watching my little brother play basketball…and Call of Duty. I grew closer to old friends, made new friends, and made some great memories. But all the while the end was in sight and I was saying goodbye. For so long the World Race was this distant thing in the future that I was going to do. And now I find myself sitting in the Pheonix airport and the past 7 months have somehow disappeared and now the waiting is over, the goodbyes have been said and I’m stepping into a new season and saying hello to the new friends that will be my family for the next 11 months.
The changing of seasons is never easy because you can’t have a new season with out the death of something else, old things must die so that new things can live and grow. So, with a bittersweet taste I boarded a plane this morning headed west…headed into the adventure of a lifetime.
I have left behind a multitude of friends, family, and strangers who love me and are supporting my and lifting me up in prayer as I step into the unknown fully trusting in the great I AM to guide my steps and make my paths straight.
