There are things going on in my family right now that are
making it hard for some to accept my decision of going on the World Race. I can see how it would appear to be
“bad timing” but maybe I can bring some clarity here:
This was the timing of events:
It was in July and early August that I found the World Race,
applied, got accepted, and-through prayer-decided to go. It was nearing the end of August that I left for Tennessee for a six-week Academy for the
military. I had intentions of writing and sending my first support letters as soon as I got to Knoxville, but it was Day 2 of my
Academy that I got a phone call from my sister telling me my dad was sick again
and had been brought into the hospital.
It was Day 2 of the Academy that my sister told me my dad had an
infection in his bloodstream and that it was life-threatening. It was Day 2 that I began doubting my
decision to go.
At that point, I still had not sent out my support letters and there were
only a few people that knew of my intentions to go on the trip that I would
have to inform of the change of plans.
After a few weeks of doubts and second-guessing, I realized that it was
distrust and fear that was holding me back. God does not call us to harbor doubt and FEAR. He calls us to FAITH and love. He had made it clear to me that this is
what he was calling me to…but the second a storm came into my life, I forgot
his guidance and his plans for me and started to make my own. If I had changed my mind that easily it
would not have been trusting God, it would have been giving victory to Satan’s
lies in my life.
So I have sent my support letters out….
This does not mean that I do not love my Dad. It does not mean that I do not want to spend as much time as
possible with him. It does not
mean I do not worry about losing him…but…
