At first, being back home felt great
Texas, in all its epic glory, welcomed me back with a "yeehaw!" and a "howdy do?!"
Acknowledging that good, strong coffee is now readily available.
Sleeping in my bed.
Driving to work.
Putting on my labcoat.
Sitting in my rolly chair.
Hmmm…
Something feels… weird.
I think "normal life" is over.
Here I was, thinking that this would happen after I came back from the trip itself, and now I'm faced with this huge realization after training camp. (yes, yes, yes, I will be writing about how training camp went! Give me some time to process, it was a LOT!)
I can't help but feel an unease as I carry on today, as if I'm wasting it. I feel like now I know better. What worked before no longer cuts it. My eyes have been opened.
I know the Lord has me exactly where He wants me right now, but the calling to go is so intense.
I've been telling everyone and their mom, cousin, and dog about the World Race (and Jesus).
The Lord's plan for my life is this trip! And through this trip, He is going to reveal to me even more of my calling to serve. Living for myself and money-chasing… well… no thanks.
Bottom line (literally)… business as usual is over
