Hello All!
Strangely enough, I have been somewhat avoiding writing this blog. Despite my adoration for writing, I have been hesitant to solidify my thoughts toward the World Race into a pocket sized blog post. However, if God has taught me one thing it’s that there is no right start, but a strong faith in Him is always a good one. So here I am, I have nothing to hold on to, nothing to hide behind, but I stand strong in my faith as I announce that I have committed to the World Race Gap Year.
I discovered this program through my sister who completed the trip in 2016. I must admit that I never anticipated my life to go in this direction. Hearing my sister’s stories were thrilling but a secret part of me knew that something like the World Race would never be in the cards for me. How could I postpone my dream of becoming a surgeon by not hopping on the fast track to medical school right after graduation? I never doubted my contentedness in this choice until I started my senior year in August 2017. As application deadlines grew nearer, I felt the ground that had been so stable underneath my feet ever since I could remember begin to rumble. It was as if God was nudging me saying “Gillian, open your eyes.” I began to feel so unsure in my choice to go instantly to college. Of course I knew that nothing could ease this undecidedness but prayer. I began to meditate over these insecurities any chance I received. Car rides on icy roads and bland hallway walks were filled abundantly with the most raw interpretation of my own thought that I could hand over to God. I asked him to crystalize my desires into a single flake and unveil what my future would hold. My heart began to tear, one half toward God and the other toward the path that I had always anticipated would be mine. As I continued to pray, it no longer felt like a wound but more like a chance to explore this new destiny God had chosen. My curiosity built as I began browsing the World Race website. Soon I was filling out my application and interviewing. I looked forward to these things everyday: browsing blog post and binge watching video montages of the trips. I could feel God smiling onto this choice and blessing it like a floating promise that I would never be the same. I could not be more ready to explore Swaziland, India, Nepal and Guatemala for all their glories and downfalls.
So welcome to what I am deciding to refer to as my journal of faith, thank you for reading and stay tuned for more groovy posts.
Gillian
