not going to lie. the world race scares me.
seriously.
my fears are numerous and large. irrational perhaps, but persistent.
what if i can’t make it? what if i don’t raise the money? what if people don’t like me? what if i never get a good nights sleep again? what if i can’t lift my back pack? what if i get sick? what if i don’t like the food? what if… what if…
i know that the Lord is faithful. i know that He will provide. i know. but sometimes it doesn’t feel like i know. sometimes it feels like i’m relying on myself. or like i might fall if i try to walk too fast.
but thats also the excitement. i don’t know what to expect. every day will be different. and i will be able to see God work in a myriad of ways. i will see Him work wonders, and that thrills me to my soul.
so here goes, living in fear and excitement…. making sense of living on the edge.
