You may be wondering how in the world I got here, how I chose this radical trip and why!?
…I may be asking myself the very same thing!
Talking with past, current and future world racers I always wanted to know how they knew they were supposed to go. Almost all replied in some form or another that “I just knew when I got the acceptance call that it is what The Lord was calling me to do… without a doubt.”
All I have felt since receiving that call is doubt… I wanted to feel relieved and overjoyed but instead I walked straight into the valley. To be honest I questioned why I even applied in the first place.
I have never put myself into a place where I would give up all comforts in return for Jesus to fill the areas in my life where I let temporary comforts reside. I knew going on the World Race was going to require that from me. Require me to leave everything and trust in the unknown. Require me to let go of control.
I allowed my heart to become overwhelmed the weeks after I got the call saying I was accepted and instead gave Satan the opportunity to fill my mind with fear and anxiety. I let these emotions paralyze me into a state of spiritual warfare.
Nobody chooses to move into a season of perplexity, I certainly did not. I have realized how much faith I lack in situations where I have no other choice than to be fully dependent on The Lord. I’ve cried out to The Lord numerous times asking… no, begging (the kind of begging where you’re on your knees, hands covering face, crying out with words that turn into mumbled sobbing…yikes..) for him to reveal His plans loud enough for me to hear it while I laid deep in the valley
Prayer is such a powerful thing y’all.
The weeks passed by and I was deceived into thinking that nothing is changing.
But they are.
The truth is I have found when God speaks; it sometimes starts with a whisper. Just loud enough to hear when I let go of control and posture myself in his presence.
I wish I could say there was a specific moment when I felt the “…without a doubt” feeling about leaving for this journey but that would not be the case. Maybe I will feel that when I post this entry, when I reach my financial goal, when I arrive at training camp, when I am day 107 into the Race or even the moment after I arrive back from the 11 months.
But in this moment I can say that I was accepted to the World Race…. and I finally rejoice!
Each day I am becoming more aware that this trip is not a journey towards righteousness; I am made righteous because Jesus died for me. This journey is me walking in obedience to His calling for my life and moving when He calls me higher and deeper.
I would love for each and every person that reads this to join the journey with me. Through prayers, LOTS of them!
So, welcome to my World Race journey…
Lets do this!
