I am on my 14th flight of the World Race. I have flown from Atlanta to Florida to
Colombia to Ecuador, Ecuador to Florida to Raleigh, Raleigh to Houston to Costa Rica to Lima, Peru to Trujillo, from Lima to Colombia to Costa Rica to Guatemala. Today, I fly from Guatemala to Florida to Raleigh. It is 8 PM on Friday, and I am flying home.
I have been very sick twice now on the race. I have been unable to serve effectively. I’ve only gone to our ministry 5 out of the 30 days we’ve been in Guatemala. I’ve been fighting God this past week, stubbornly demanding that I could stay in Guatemala and recover on my own. I didn’t need to go home. There was no way I could be happy at home. I needed the World Race. I didn’t need God. Finally, I stopped. I asked God, “Do you want me to go home?” My heart immediately broke. Because before I felt his answer, I knew. At the very beginning of the race, I told him had a yes in my spirit. I would say yes before he even asked me to do something. So, while I sobbed, we said yes.
Just last week, I said I was a follower of Jesus. Today, I am proving it. I am following him home. God is not only on the World Race, he is at home just as much as is with my family in Guatemala.
The World Race wasn’t the best thing I’ve ever done. Giving up my life to God was the best. I know that he has a better plan for my life. So, I said yes. I’m coming home.
