Currently in: Timisoara, Romania
Unsatisfied.
Out of all the words that exist, God gave me that one this morning. Not to be confused with dissatisfied.
I signed up for the Race because I was, on some level, unsatisfied with the life I was living. I wanted more. Who doesn’t?
So here I am in month 9. My team is living on a farm in a future boy’s home for street kids and orphans in Romania. It’s morning. I love mornings. Something about the cool air is refreshing. Like anything is possible today.
But I’m not satisfied. Seeing God move within our squad and in the Philippines, in Thailand, in Cambodia, in Vietnam, in Malawi, in Zambia, in Zimbabwe, in Bulgaria…I have this uneasy feeling that there’s something much more.
Because there is.
The more I see His hand at work around the world, the more I realize how big He really is. The Holy Spirit knows no cultural barriers. No language barriers.
He leaves His mark everywhere.
It’s easier to see in some places than others. It spills beyond the walls of churches. The Holy Spirit lives in each and every one of us. If people actually want to see a glimpse of God’s handiwork, all they need to do is look at a person who is obediently listening to His voice.
And yet there’s still brokenness all around us. Starvation, abuse, addiction, loneliness, depression…
There’s not enough of His love being shown on this Earth.
As His follower, friend, and daughter, I want to show more of it to those who haven’t experienced it. Even knowing that perfection can’t be reached here on Earth right now. Because everybody deserves to know the God who loves them in all their mess. And I pray in two months, after the Race, that the feeling of not being satisfied will be a kick in the butt that keeps me away from reverting back to a life of sitting in comfort and complacency.
“Set a fire down in my soul. That I can’t contain—that I can’t control. I want more of You, God. I want more of You, God.”
