I want to tell a story.
it all begins in October of 2014. I took a trip to Albania with two friends. We spent the week driving around sightseeing. At this time I was deciding between staying in Morocco or going in the world race. i will never forget the moment I knew I needed to do the the world race. We were on one of our drives through Albania and I just felt this peace and knew I needed to apply. That was the trip that started off my journey on raising money and getting ready to go.
Fast forward several months to July 5th. I was all packed and ready to take the drive down to training camp in Georgia. I was nervous but really excited. I picked up two others and we started our trip. We stopped I’m Tennessee for the night and then made it the training camp Monday night. That first night was a whirlwind. Stayed up late chatting with a friend in my tent. Talked about family. Woke up the next morning, went for a run and then headed to worship.
Then the unthinkable happened. I got pulled out of the session to make a call that would change life forever. I was asked to call my mother. I called her and heard her say, your father has passed away. I went into shock. How could this happen? Why did this happen? There are just some things that cannot be explained.
I flew home and then two days later got the call that I would not be allowed to go on the world race for the September launch. And my life was shattered all over again. What was God trying to show me through all of this? What is he still trying to show me through all of this?
I don’t think there has ever been a time in my life where I have never wanted to hear God has a plan or their is a reason for everything. Do I believe God has a plan? Yes. Do I know what it is? No. Does it still involve the world race? I’m not sure. Do I think everything happens for a reason? Yes. Do I know what that reason is? No. Will I ever? I hope so.
So what is there left to do? Pick up the pieces. Pick them up one at a time and see if you can put them back together.
