I’ve been dreaming of the Worldrace since I was a freshman in high-school. I remember so clearly, sitting in my physical science class everyday, refreshing the worldrace “last 100 blogs” page about every 15 minutes. I was hooked. Totally completely enthralled with the idea that real people. normal people. Go into the nations and just live like Jesus. I could barely wrap my mind around the possibility. And here we are. Close to 5 years later and I am halfway done with my very own worldrace journey. Whoa.
In the past 5 months I have lived in Colombia, Ecuador, Thailand, and currently call Cambodia home. I have one more stop left (Albania), and then this whole thing is over.
Time please slow down.
This past week as i’ve been dreaming/dreading all the things about when the race is over- the Father has been speaking the same thing to me over and over—
“With urgency, but not haste.”
I have half of my race left. Half. Daily I am passing people on the streets that are souls unsaved. Friends that aren’t gonna make it to heaven.
Urgent needs call for urgent action.
And so, as this new year rings in, and this new season of the race end in sight- I have decided to become wildly intentional about living missional. By all means, I have been living this out. But, not enough. He has called me to more. Way more.
Look at the beggar outside the grocery store. Not over Him.
Play with those street kids for an extra hour even though you’re drenched in sweat (#asia).
Say yes. Again and again. Even when your scared or uncomfortable.
I want to live not only the last few months of this beautiful race, but the rest of my life here on earth with one dream.
I desire to globally inspire hope through a life of simplicity rooted in Jesus. Simply love.
Love the person in front of you.
With urgency as our days are short.
But never haste.
