So I know Friday is supposed to be my culture day and that I should be educating you all about Kenya right about now…but that’s not what is on my heart right now. My heart, my head, it’s all spinning ‘round and spewin’ out emotions right now and really, research is probably the last thing I feel like doing, especially after having just bought my ticket to New York today. This entire World Race thing, this “dream” I’ve been living for the past 6 or so months, is finally coming true. It’s like I’m finally waking up or something only, this dream is now my reality. It’s not going away. With each step I take, and each day that passes, August 11th and Ireland come closer. This reality of my life, the life I’m choosing to live, the life God’s chosen for me to live, is staring me straight in the face right now. It’s so close I can almost taste it, yet too far to grab yet. As much as I want to just hop on that plane right now, I know God needs me to wait. I know He’s preparing me every moment I sit here, every moment I dream. I know as I sit here tasting the goodness of what’s to come God is preparing my heart for the heartbreak ahead. As I see visions of healing, He’s preparing me for the moments of sorrow. And as I imagine and prepare for tears and trials, God’s preparing me for glory and joy beyond anything I could ever fathom. The truth is, if I got on that plane today, I wouldn’t be able to handle it-God’s simply not done preparing me. So as I sit here with the taste of sweet, sweet Ireland upon my lips, I know I can’t have anything more than that simple taste right now. I need to trust God that for the next 18 days, I am needed in the United States and not anywhere else. God has placed me where He wants me, where He needs me, and I need to be obedient to Him by no longer wishing away this present time. After all, I won’t get this time back and something tells me there will be times on the Race, I’ll want these people with me.
In you I place all my trust
