When we first got to our ministry site for the month, I was salty. I was over World Race life, I was fed up with me and everything I own always being dirty, I was tired of never knowing what the plan was for the day, and I was tired of living with so many dang people. I had reached my breaking point with the World Race and life on the field. I did not want to do this anymore. I sat down and journaled everything out and then waited for the Lord to speak. I didn’t take long for him to flood me with his truth. He told me I had a daily choice to make. I could chose to live out the final 45 days of the race in bitterness and annoyance, or I could chose to take full advantage of the good and challenging things he put in my path each day. I could chose to shut down, or I could chose to embrace the final days of this dream the Lord is allowing me to live this year. I could waste it, or I could embrace it. Then I walked outside as my team and I were on our way to our first day of ministry and I was full of repentance for my attitudes and actions as I drank in the beauty of the African bush. This year is a sweet time, a time I prayed for for over a year, and I refuse to waste it regardless of how difficult it may be. There is still more growth to be had, more freedom to be released, and more lessons to be learned, and I will not shut my heart off and coast by in these final 45 days. Thank you Jesus for grace, and thank you Jesus for the fruition of answered prayers.
Speaking of fruition, I have another quick story for you all. When we got to ministry on our first day, we were told we wouldn’t be able to do much because they had no water to be able to cook. But our host did show us around. As we turned the corner I saw it. The village the Lord had showed me in a vision months before leaving for the race. In the vision, the Lord showed me the village being attacked by the enemy, and the Lord’s army of angels encamped around the village. As our host continued talking, he told us several ways the village needed prayer. Water, peace, innocence, and protection were just some of the things he mentioned. This was it, the fruition of a vision the Lord had given me about a year ago. The Lord already knew when he gave me this vision that my team and I would be in this village, working at a care point that didn’t even exist yet, and that seeing this village and hearing the tangible ways we can be in prayer for the people would be the encouragement I needed to keep my eyes focused on the higher purpose of why I am on the World Race instead of staying stuck in the rut I described earlier in the day. His supremely divine purpose is mind-blowing, and I am so incredible thankful.
