Getting mentally prepared for the World Race is like jumping off the high dive at a pool. The first few months are shaky. Fundraising is nerve wracking, the doubt trickles in saying “can I even do this? is $16,600 even possible?” So I cling to the ladder at the edge of the board.
But, then I start to get to know my squad mates. Donations start slowly trickling in and God shows me how to lean on Him and not my own understanding for this thing to work. I take another step up the ladder. Time passes and now more people know, more people want to support me and they’re excited, I’m excited, it’s all exciting! Another step.
I step out onto the diving board. I’m leaning into Jesus and my mind is made up. No more hesitation. Yes it’s scary, but I’m ready! Ready to go to the ends of the earth and bring God’s love and light to every dark corner of this earth. Why? Because God’s call in my heart is real and I can’t not respond. I have no idea what will happen in those nine months, but that’s what trust is. Trust that the reason He led me to this opportunity is bigger than just me, and bigger than our team.
The anticipation grows everyday and I find myself daydreaming about what I might be doing this time next year. I could be singing with children in Swaziland, dancing to African drum beats or playing tag, and sitting with my team at dusk worshiping under a vast African sunset.
I’m at the edge of the board, toes curled over, I’m all in.
