(This was written a little bit ago. I’m home now, but the feeling are the same.)
Today, I walked into the hostel for our final debrief for the first time.
It’s a celebration of lasts: the last city I will learn to navigate on the race, the last time I’ll be staying in a hostel as a world racer, the last team time, the last feedback session we’ll have as a team. All of these make up what will mark something significant in my life: the end of the World Race.
It was 11 months of learning about myself.
It was 11 months of learning how to relate to others.
It was 11 months of learning to grieve.
It was 11 months of learning to laugh.
It was 11 months of learning to give it for the sake of Christ.
It was 11 months of learning to give it all.
It was 11 months of learning to do more than sit back.
It was 11 months of learning to get in the game.
It was 11 months of learning to look like a fool.
It was 11 months of learning to preach the word.
It was 11 months of learning who I was in Christ.
It was an incredible 11 months but I fully believe that I haven’t reached the top. While incredible, the World Race will not be the best 11 months of my life. This won’t be the end of traveling, seeing the world, and being a part of what God is doing around the world. One of the greatest honors of my life is getting to do this, and to see the stories he’s writing around the world.
Sharing this year with you has been a privilege that I count as one of the highlights of this year. There were times that blogging escaped me; there were moments that what I had to say were better suited for the pages of my journal than the pages of my blog. I hope those days are days that I can share with you in the future days, and going home is just the beginning to sharing this journey with you as well. Processing is a real thing, and something that I’ve begun to do but plan to continue to share with you as well. Thank you for the support this year. You are the greatest people on the planet and I can’t wait to see you.
