The moment my race ended…in a Doctor’s office in Chisinau, Moldova. As she told me I needed to return home to undergo tests to determine the stomach problems that have plagued me from 15 years….I started crying…knowing that what God had already told me was being confirmed. She looked at me and said you’ve seen a lot you have been traveling for 10 months. She was right I have seen so much of the world. Three Continents. 14 countries. I’ve seen things other people only read about…or never give any thought to. Human Trafficking. Poverty. Hunger. Hopelessness. Orphans. Widows. Wall broken. Lives Changed. Beauty.
When I came on the World Race I asked God to change my life. He has oh has He changed my life. But so much more than that He saved me, He has given me freedom, He has opened my heart, the walls are broken, their gone, they were lies. I walk in the peace of knowing that my life is in the hands of the Maker of Heaven. Before I left on the race I asked that God would open up my eyes to the things unseen, that He would break my heart for what breaks His, and that I would learn to love like He has loved me. I never imaged that God would give me those things tenfold. My heart aches for the woman trapped in brothels,for the children who are hungry and orphaned, for the people who believe that they are unseen by God by others by everything. And I learned to see them the way their Father sees them….as beautiful, as his children, as my brother and sisters and it made it so easy to love everyone.
As I began to make a decision about returning home I wanted anyone to make the decision for me, my teammates, squad mates, squad-leaders, or squad mentor anyone to tell me that I was supposed to stay…that God had told them I heard wrong that I was supposed to stay on the field because that is what I wanted. I wanted to stay. But God told me I gave you all the confirmation you need step in faith believing that what I have for you is so good and that I am enough. Trust me to take this leap. So I did. I kept saying God called me to 11 months he did the race is 11 months and then someone said did He really call you to 11 months did you ask Him. The answer. No. I didn’t ask Him not until I was facing the decision . I kept putting God in a box saying I had to have been called to 11 months because that is how long the World Race is but mine wasn’t. God called me to 10 months. And what a beautiful 10 months it was, not always pretty, not always happy, but the best and hardest 10 months of my life. I changed in ways I didn’t know that I could. I allowed God to transform me which is what can happen on the race if you let it. Leaving the race wasn’t an ending it was a beginning, a launching pad to the next adventure.
So now I trust my unknown future to an all-knowing God(wise words from Momma Kim)believing that what He has for me next whether its today, tomorrow or in 6 months from now will be good. Not Easy. But Good.
