Fundraising. One of the only things that has been on my mind since I committed to the race on September 12th. And ever since I said “yes”, this journey has been hard. I felt rushed, nervous, and scared of all I had to do before Training Camp which was quickly approaching. I had the same deadlines of people who had said their official “yes” a year before me. But I pushed on, and constantly told God that if this is what he wanted for me, He was going to have to SHOW UP and I meant big time. My heart was pulling me in so many directions as the weeks dwindled down. I went from being excited, to stressed, to mad, and jealous. I was jealous of how God was providing for my squad mates and other people who were launching the same time as me. I read blog after blog of how God provided big time and they met their financial deadline. It got so bad, I wouldn’t allow myself to read blogs alluding to the fact that God once again came through for someone else as I sat at home watching my support account creep up each day. I was done, I was sure this was not going to happen for me. I didn’t trust that this was the right time for me, even though my heart wanted it so bad. All the while, people kept telling me God was going to provide, and I met that with an “I know,” but my heart’s answer was “we’ll see.” God did show up though. I made it to training camp with exactly $3,500 in my support account. God came through. So I left training camp rejoicing and fully confident that this is what God has for me and he truly is going to provide. But that only lasted 2 weeks. As my support account sat stagnant, the lies moved on in. 

            you’re not going to make it
                                                                                         no one wants to support you
                                jokes on you, youre being punkd
                                                                                                     you’re journey is going to be cut short

I tired to fight them, to counter them with the truth that I know, but I didn’t have any strength left. I wanted to truly give up, be done so I wouldn’t be hurt if this didn’t happen.  But then someone told me “know that these feelings are completely normal and you’re not alone. Everyone’s journey is different and know that God is customizing yours exactly to fit you and what you need when you need it. God is making your journey, YOUR JOURNEY” She spoke truth. Sometimes, no matter how hard you try to fight the lies, you need someone else to just speak them so you hear them differently. So she spoke, and I listened. I heard truths that I’ve known in a different way, and my spirit started to lift. I was ready to fight again. I believed that God is good and he didn’t start me on this journey only to leave me hanging. 

So here I am today with $3875 in my support account, still fighting, and still believing He is good. I am trusting that come time for my deadline, the remaining $2625 will be in there. Some days are better than others, but thats a part of this process. Some days I still think I’m being punkd, and if thats the case, I just hope Ashton Kutcher pops out to tell me the news. This process is hard and draining, but without it, I wouldn’t be able to invite others into the journey with me. God is teaching me a lot about myself and Him during this time as well. I know that it’s going to be good, because He is good. He is good and he loves me because he loves me because he loves me because he loves me…