I wanted to show you guys the gift my sister made me for Christmas! She’s a rockstar…not to mention a freaking talented artist.
In all honesty, I was humbled to receive such a gift. To know that she took the time to meticulously draw out every county I’ll be going to on the WR. Humbled that she even thought to make this for me. Humbled that I get to do this journey and have a sister who supports me in full.
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Christmas was weird this year. Wonderful, don’t get me wrong. But also a little weird. As I sat surrounded by family and friends in the midst of celebration and merriment, I was hit with a sort of melancholy. Next year will be different. And I couldn’t figure out how I felt about that. Joy and excitement for what next year will look like paired with sadness and nostalgia of knowing I won’t be with many people I care about so deeply. Weird. I wrote a lil poem about it because what else do you do when you feel weird?
next christmas,
i will be in africa
with new friends
but without my family,
knowing i will not
return home to
see them for many
months longer.
and that is alright,
because i’m not sure
i even know what
home is–
but i know the feeling
of home in other people.
i know adventure to not
only be enticing,
but essential.
bravery to be necessary.
homesickness as simply
longing for people
and places that
make our hearts sing.
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BUT, Christmas was so joy-filled and then came NYE and I was again surrounded by my best people here in KC and again felt WEIRD. So happy, but my mind just couldn’t get over the fact that things will be different a year from now.
And you know what? I’m glad that they will.
Because I don’t doubt for a second that I’m supposed to go on the World Race this August. I don’t doubt that it will be an incredibly formative experience, epic adventure and life-changer. Because God is just that good, and when He calls us to do something, we know.
I rang in 2018 surrounded by amazing friends and with my phone lighting up with messages from my WR team reading, “Happy Race Year!”
And here I am, 7 days into the year and more excited than ever. More gracious and thankful and humbled than ever.
Happy Race Year, friends.
K
