Disclaimer: I am not a hippie
Growing up in a decently(*cough* super) conservative Baptist church, I’ve never heard anyone speak in tongues, never seen miraculous hearings, and I’d never been prophesied over until training camp.
While I believe that God is bigger than my southern church box I often put Him in, I am also still totally skeptical every time someone tells me they have a “word from the Lord” for me.
I am a divided personality, as I feel most people are. I have days where I am nothing but sunshine and smiles and other times where I am only sarcasm. I had previously decided that World Race would be a new leaf and that I would be only sunny and sweet, only to fail on the second day of launch. People started pointing out my sarcasm and my reluctance to play Dungeons and Dragons as negativity, and I panicked. I had spent so much of my quiet time praying that I would be able to hide that part of my personality, and I couldn’t even make it out of Atlanta without saying something snarky.
The night before we flew out for our connecting flight in San Francisco I spent my time during worship asking God to get rid of all of those quirks, when I felt someone grab my hand. My squad mentor leaned over and told me that she had been praying over our group and asking the Lord if He had anything for her to encourage someone with, and she felt like she needed to remind me that the Lord made me the way I am with a purpose, and that I am never too much and always enough. God’s freaking cool y’all.
Currently I’m living in Battambang, Cambodia in an ADORABLE house with running water and working toilets. This city is quiet and clean and every local I’ve met has been absolutely lovely. Thank you for prayers and sweet messages, I am alive and healthy and sweaty and so so so excited for how God’s going to continue to make me feel small and capable and cared for.
-g
