I’m not a World Racer.
I’m a flower child in His fields.
I’m not a hero.
He is my Hero.
I’m not a world traveler.
I’m a daughter that is choosing to follow Him wherever He is taking me.
I’m not a stellar person doing “crazy” things for the world.
I’m a young woman that is letting Jesus romance me into a deeper love.
I’m not an adrenaline junkie.
I’m letting Him take me to see His nations and endless wonders.
I’m not sinless.
I’m a mere human & He sets me free.
I’m not put together.
He unravels me.
I’m not fearless.
His love drives out all of my fear.
I’m not an adventurer.
I’m just making myself available and ready.
I’m not getting stuck in routines.
I’m letting Him make me a pioneer.
I’m no saint.
I’m a disciple that desires more of Jesus’ heart.
I’m not a “saving” white missionary.
I’m a broken soul that has been saved and I want to share His grace.
I’m not wise.
He transforms and renews my mind.
I’m not scrambling to conform and perform.
I’m climbing down from the platform.
I’m not looking to win a prize.
My eyes are fixed on drawing close to His heart.
I’m not constantly trying to stand tall.
I’m down on my knees, weeping at His feet.
I’m not a world racer.
I’m His curly headed flower girl that said yes to His whisper to let go, to trust and go deep.
Being a world racer is not my identity. Being a racer is not who I am and it doesn’t wipe away any of my insecurities. It does not purify me or make me any more holy. As a racer, I am not to be noted as a qualified saint. Being a racer is not what it is painted to be on instagram, Facebook or twitter. Racers are no different. We are mere humans, desperate to draw closer to Jesus’ face, that took that leap of faith that so many miss to chase.
Being a racer has nothing to do with my identity. My identity is firmly rooted in Jesus and Him alone. Nothing and no one can change my identity.
I am not any more or any less of a woman because of being a world racer. If anything the race has shown me more about who I am, what I am called be and set a dream into motion for the Kingdom that He has planned for me. It has exposed all of my ugliness, brought me to my knees daily, and has pushed me into deeper realm with my King.
He has changed me, grown me and made me new.
Being a world racer is not a label that I want to carry.
Yes, it is something that I am a part of right now, but that does not define me. I am defined, wiped clean, and redeemed in Jesus’ name. That is what I want to carry and put on display; Jesus’ beautifully glorious name.
From third generation U squad racers, this is what we want the world to see when they look at our lives. We desire to be seen as young adults, who have walked through deep waters together, taken that leap of faith into the vast mysteries of His plan for us, and have chosen to be on the front line of combat for His Kingdom. We are not world racers. We are just His children that have chosen to say yes and rest in the redemption of being set free.
We recognize that we have been chosen.
Just like everyone else in the world, being who we are in Jesus, is enough.
Check out the Video below that my team leader made for our squad that summarizes how we feel about the Race 🙂
