Last night (Sunday), I began to reflect on the fact that today (Monday) would mark
one year since I returned from the World Race. I knew it was coming and I
thought it would be tough. For some reason I expected to find myself dissolving
into a huge emotional puddle of tears and lament the fact that instead of
exploring the frigid streets of Bucharest with my Race family, I was working up
a sweat in West Texas. Hundreds of times over the past year I would wistfully
state, “This time last year I was [insert awesome race experience here]” and
last night was no different. Last night as my roommate and I sat in our living room,
I said, “This time last year I spent the evening in a room full of people I
love, talking and laughing about life and Jesus. It was my last night on the
Race.”
But in that moment I realized something, a year later, everything is
different, but nothing has changed. This year I again found myself in a room
with people I love, laughing and talking about life and Jesus. We serve together, pray together, and laugh until our faces hurt.
So, today I’m not an emotional mess of snot and tears. I’m
simply thankful for the amazing friends the Lord has given me. I didn’t
think it would be possible to have, at home, the kind of intentional, Kingdom
pursuing, challenging friendships I had on the Race. But Papa God has blessed
me with some amazing friends in Texas.
I am happy to
finally be able to say that I am content with this season of my life and
excited for all that is in store for this time and these relationships.
The World Race was great. I grew and learned and experienced so much. But there are new adventures in store and there is more growing and learning and experiencing to be done.
