When Angela (check out PRO Haiti Music her own mission) told me about The World Race, I was quickly intrigued. I researched, prayed and waited awhile but finally new it was time to apply. Route 3 stuck out in prayer the most because of Turkey; I have no idea why but that country called my name. I do the usual of any future racer reading every blog post till my eyes bleed.  At times when I think about it, I get nervous, or think I may not be much help on the field. False thoughts are lame. 11 months is a bit of time, but that is why I love it. Growing up I have moved to 4 different states so far. I have grown fond of moving and living in new scenery. My heart has never been for one place, so moving every month will be great so I can help more than one place. A nomadic lifestyle sounds appealing, although that may come with age. Leaving behind my belongings, having a backpack/daypack and nothing else will be different, however that’s what I want. I want things to be different in all ways of life. Living the way I do is unhealthy, thinking we “need” so many things when we don’t whatsoever. If there is no hot water for a shower, I complain. It’s pathetic. Once you are on the field I’m sure you take much more for granted than I can think of.

Since I was born I have been in church. I think I went just because my family did. I said I was a Christian because that’s all I new. For a while I became the hypocrite people say Christians are. I didn’t care to have a relationship with Christ, and even doubted his existence at times. Never saying it, just thinking in my head, I still felt the need to say I was a Christian when people asked. Everyone has things happen in their life to make them who they are. I could go on and on about why I am who I am now but short story is I found myself back in Gods hands wanting a personal relationship for myself. It is now my choice to be a believer. I still screw up, still sin but try my best to be the man of God I was all called to be. This mission is for Him, which is why I am doing it. I don’t deserve life, so giving 11 months out of my career, friends, family; America’s easy living should be a privilege.

Each month is flying by literally (in Aviation School). All I can do right now is get physically/spiritually ready. One thing anyone would probably agree on; they don’t like asking for money. However there is no other way to get the amount I need for this mission trip. I want it out of the way in order to focus on the real reason. Please help in any way you can by supporting me here. Also selling bracelets/bookmarks from Threads of Hope, let me know if you are interested. Half proceeds go to families in the Philippines who locally make them, other half goes towards my race.
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