6 months. I've been at this for 6 months.
There's this word the World Race likes to throw around called "Abandonment". You hear it from the beginning.
I honestly didn't know what they meant by it. I didn't know if I even liked the word. Who was abandoned? Was I abandoned? I kind of discarded it, and just figured they meant we left our homes for this Race…blah, blah, blah…
But then I was confronted with it again.
This time with a better explanation of what it might encompass.
And I realized it's when you leave what you know. Which physically might be home. But it's more than that.
You leave your go-to's. You leave the things and people that comfort you. You leave the thoughts that were comfortable. You leave your defenses that protected you. You leave your ideas of how things should be done…
I've been at this for 6 months.
And I haven't left anything.
Each place we've gone, I've gathered around myself as many things as I can that resemble home. I get myself situated, and say, "Okay, I'm ready…I can survive here."
But I don't want to just survive.
I hear others say, "Well, next month we might not have these things, so take advantage of it now."
But I don't want to choose Him when I don't have another option. I want to choose Him when I have the option.
So far, I've been able to satisfy just about any craving I've had…and for the most part I have chosen to do so.
6 months…
I didn't come on this Race to prove I could survive it.
Honestly, the part of me that is surviving the best is the part of me that needs to die.
Hmm…here's to that.
Mozambique…here I come.
