Why am I here?
This has been a question that has plagued me most of my life. Why am I in this school? Why are we moving in the middle of my high school career? Why did I survive premature birth when so many don’t? Why am I on this earth, what is my purpose here?
The past seven days since leaving Atlanta, I have not had to ask that question once. Instead, I have only received beautiful answers. I am on the World Race to love people. Not just people on my squad or at our ministry sites, but also the people we see on buses and sidewalks. I am able to love on Carlos, the owner of a nearby pizzeria we often visit, and the guy dressed as Spiderman performing on arial ropes over a busy street.
I am not on the World Race to see what I lack, but to see what I have to gain. I am on eight buses a day to see the equisite sunsets walking home every night, and I am lifting buckets of wet concrete in some of the most beautiful mountains I have ever seen. I am standing on buses, trying not to fall on the five people crammed in around me, not thinking what I would rather, or worse, “should” be doing, because I am used to a better life in the States. I am giving up my phone and WiFi for most of the week to celebrate the complicated beauty that is community with my new family. I get to let an older woman hold my arm for stability on the bus and share that a bunch of teenagers have been blessed with this radical, reckless love of God. I am so blessed by this squad and how our prayer is to live abundantly, our passion is to laugh, and our purpose is to love.
I am so blessed and even more thankful to be where I am. Thank you so, so much for supporting me in every way to get me here. Thank you so much for joining me in my journey. Subsribe to get notified every time I post a blog, and email me to keep in touch! You are loved.
Love,
Kate
