To be honest, I really don’t know where to begin . . .
Back in January, I assumed I would be a pro World Race blogger – that I would post at least one blog per month. Which is laughable now as, for the past six months, this has not been the case.
I have learned a lot on the race. I’ve learned about different cultures. I’ve learned the benefits of constant community. I have started bringing light to the deepest parts of who I am – good and bad. I am continuously learning more about Him – what it means to “wait” and “seek first His kingdom” daily.
I have filled up seven journals (yep, seven . . .) with thoughts, stories, visions – yet somehow blogs escape me. I have sat down, many times, to share what the Lord has done so far and not one phrase smiles back at me from the screen.
I want to tell you – desperately!
I want to form sentences that seep out my love for the children at Igane Yami and El Shaddai. I want paragraphs that describe the endless hospitality I’ve been given (black tea . . . just sayin’). I want words that portray the ongoing, spiritual warfare in Nepal and Mozambique – to demonstrate the effects of a country not seeking the Lord and to plead with our nation to turn back now.
More than anything, I wish a blog could convey how it felt when God blew in my ear – while singing at a seventy year old’s birthday party – that you might feel Love’s whisper too.
I am sorry that I have not written more during this journey. I am sorry that even now these words are vague. In the last leg of the race, I am attempting to be more diligent in posting blogs but, truth be told, I really cannot wait to share these stories with you soon, face-to-face.
