I have just come back to Knoxville from visiting home for a few days, while I was on fall break. This was the first time that I have been home in three months, this first time since being accepted to go on the race. I thoroughly enjoyed seeing my family, dog, and cows.
However, I found myself in tears this morning because of all the of the unreached people in the world, but no one is telling them about Jesus. At that moment I wanted to jump on an airplane and tell all these people about how loved and special they are by a GOD who sent HIS son to die for their sins.
Here I found myself in the place where I grew up, surrounding by the people that love me the most, and I felt the horrible heartbreaking homesick feeling. I didn’t feel like I was home anymore. I felt like home was somewhere out in the world, but not sure where. Never did I think that I would be homesick while I was at home.
I am excited for all the ways that I am going to stretched, bent, burdened, and broken beyond my capabilities over the next two years, and the growing in my relationship with GOD that will be coming with those experiences.
