It really seems like just yesterday it was bright, sunny and 80 degrees and I was frolicking in the woods just enjoying summer. I can’t believe that in a few short weeks I’ll be launching on the World Race!
As I was packing up my room at school, the Race truly seemed surreal, odd right? At least until I took down my pictures. I took just about everything around of my room, packed up everything else and left my pictures on my wall for the last. You see, for three years I’ve woken up to an array of my pictures. These faces have been in my life for years and made a serious impact and I love them all dearly. And now, I’m about to leave them to go and chase this call that God has placed on my heart. It just seems crazy that I won’t be waking up to their faces either in pictures nor in person.
When I finally saw the blank wall, I realized what the next step was for me, Launch. As I drove home, singing and praying, I felt like God was telling me not to check my Race account. I wasn’t sure why, but I was at peace with it. You see, I had called about 10 churches asking for support, put up multiple messages, and from my last post, I’ve been praying circles around it and fasting. I felt crazy peace about this upcoming deadline. That was, up until yesterday. I woke up with asking God if I could ask I could check my account. I hadn’t thought about it since I left school. He said, “Not yet.” and I was okay with that.
I went to work and it was normal day until I was on my lunch break and I felt like I was supposed to check my account.
My heart starting pounding. The kind of pounding you get when you’re on a rollercoaster going up a hill about to hit a drop. You know it’s coming, you can feel it in every fiber of your being but you still don’t anticipate it when your car hits the top of the hill. Your stomach clenches and flies into your throat, your feet clench to the floor, your hands turn white to the hold bar, and your vocal chords hit notes you’ve never heard before. That’s the kind of anxiousness I’ve begun to feel. You see the Race is like a rollercoaster, the prep, the fundraising, the everything. It’s the trying to get to where you need to be by a certain time and also slightly questioning your sanity as to why you’re on this rollercoaster to begin with. How did you even sign up for this and pass all the warning signs of: Are you tall enough? Are you going to leave for an entire year and leave x, y and z? Just drop it all and live out of backpack?
And yet, here I am, on a rollercoaster, about to pass yet another hill when I pass this funding mark.
When I saw the number God has raised, $6870 I was floored. I could and couldn’t believe it. Of course He would do it because it’s what I’m supposed to do, but I was still shocked.
So here I sit, a mere $630 away from my next goal. I’m praying and praising God for what is to come but I also must ask like all of us Racers that if you feel it in your heart, to please consider donating. I’m chasing what God is calling me to do this next year and your financial donation will help me a long way.
I am not afraid of what God is calling me to do in fact, I’m excited. Yes, I’m nervous for all that will happen and all that I will miss at home. But home will be here when I return. For now, God is calling me to pack a bag and GO.
