So, the race is half way over… yeah that’s right… half way. To be honest, this is the craziest thing that I can think about right now. I remember right before leaving the race, I read a blog of a girl that was 5 months in and wondering what it even looked like to be on the race. To say that the last half of this thing has been life changing is kind of cliché and a waste of words, but to be honest, I don’t know any other way to put it. And to explain anything to people not experiencing the day to day that I am is somewhat difficult… so I’ll just say, this thing is hard.
So, here we go:
o I live with the same people 24/7
o I pack up about every 28 days and travel in boat, train, taxi, bus, plane, or whatever to a whole different culture, house, ministry… reality
o I can’t be quiet for more than 10 minutes without someone asking if I am ok
o I have to walk for like an hour to get internet
o I am constantly readjusting, rethinking, reprogramming, and being restored
o I never know what is going on and often find myself in a house holding a sick child, going to a random graduation, waiting, trudging, praying for healing over a woman with a chronic illness, preaching on a radio or in a roofless church, experiencing African culture at a wedding, or having a 5 hour heart to heart on what it means to honor my team…
o I always am eating something else that I either don’t like or don’t want or don’t know what it is
o I never know what my bathroom situation will be, or for that matter if there will be one
o Bucket shower… yeah
o One room, two mattresses on a floor, five women, five packs and junk EVERYWHERE
o Not to mention, this whole thing is just NUTS!
There is nothing like the world race, and I don’t want this to sound negative at all, because I have experienced more change than I can fit into this blog. I suppose I just want to say that this is the middle… and I am gaining a perspective. I came on this race maybe seeking positive change in my life, maybe to change someone else or get closer to God, or maybe it was just because I did not have a plan… whatever the reason was or is, I know that God has me here.
Right here.
Right now.
For this time.
… And maybe I have been reading too much Rob Bell haha, but anyway I am in the middle, I am realizing that this is a process, that I am ok, that the World Race is not here to cure me, but to help me to understand that for the rest of my life I will be learning, growing, and changing no matter where I am or what it looks like…
